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A Testimonial: What a Session by Slave PI

Slave PI had been visiting the Chapel for many years but had never had the ultimate session, a mother and daughter Double Domme session. He summoned up the courage to visit us both and reports as follows.

It was a long hot day and anticipation makes the sweat glands work overtime, so I hoped my deodorant worked as well as the TV advert said it should.  It’s not a good start if one takes one’s kit off and the dungeon is suddenly full of something malodorous. Perhaps, this situation would make a good TV advert – after the watershed of course. – use our deodorant and don’t be embarrassed in front of your mistress. Perhaps not a good marketing tool after all. The minutes ticked away very slowly until I finally opened the door to meet the ladies. The mixture of apprehension and excitement mounts as one heads towards the dungeon, and this increases as one crosses the road. Today, all the emotions were doubled as I was due to meet both Linda and Vanessa, together, for the first time. The welcome was charming, once I had been chastised for failing to call Mistress Linda, mistress. It was as though I had arrived for a tea party, other than the ladies were not exactly dressed for a tea party, fortunately. As you can imagine, my first sight of them added more to my excitement. As it happens, I was not dressed for a party, in fact in no time I was not dressed at all, and I am pleased to say the deodorant had seemed to work.

So before long, it ceased to be a tea party and most would say things then got worse as I was strapped to the cross at hands and ankles, naked of course. However, devotees of the ladies’ dungeon would say that this turn of event was when things got better. The ladies like to let you know who’s boss, not a difficult thing to grasp (rather like my tackle by this time) when you are naked and can hardly move. As soon as one finds oneself in this position, something starts to itch – today it was my nose. Wriggle as I might, there was no way I could find a way to stop the itching. However, the ladies could divert my attention and quickly did so.

First, they decided to check me out to see what made me go “ouch”. I tried like mad to avoid flinching when my nipples were checked out but failed. I really hate that but try not to show it. Dr Johnson is quoted as saying that when a man knows he is to be hanged, it concentrates the mind wonderfully. True, but when a lady has a firm grip on one’s dangly bits, this also concentrates the mind wonderfully. So next was a squeeze on this most sensitive spot with that little twist at the end which doubles the pain. It was quite unnecessary to check this out, because they both knew that every man they had come across (no pun intended) hurt when they squeezed. However, most ladies like to have their man by the balls, and I guess if you make a career out of it, this is doubly so. I did allow myself to let it be known that it really hurt, but then I had no option as it did and failure to do so would, no doubt, have encouraged even more pressure. A check on where I was ticklish followed and, again, I tried not very successfully to pretend that those spots were not ticklish. Facing two lovely ladies and being played with did of course start a bit of motion down there. Linda complained that I was losing control down there. This seemed a bit unfair as the ladies had already told me that everything down there was now theirs to control and do what they like with.

I was then told we were going to play a game. I was to be subjected to some forms of torture, whilst blindfolded, and had to guess who the perpetrator was. If I guessed right, I would receive a gentle back and bottom rub, which I love. But if I got it wrong, I would be subjected to the electric zapper. I was asked if that was OK, but strapped to a cross, it is difficult to disagree.

I began to realise that this was different from a one-on-one session. I was now just a piece of meat that the ladies were discussing how best to enjoy themselves with. I thought I might hear occasional giggles which would heighten the tension, instead I got bursts of laughter (in fact through the whole session) whenever I reacted to various ways of pain being given. They really seemed to be enjoying sharing the pleasure of dominating a man. Once blind folded, the discussions began of what to do to me next which does have an effect on one’s head. It was a shame to be blind folded as I could no longer feast my eyes on the lovely ladies.

At this time, I suddenly realised that someone was tying up my balls, actually not an easy job in my case. Then, inevitably, came the weights and that uncomfortable ache. All done, I was asked who I thought had done the tying and weighting. I guessed and asked whether I had guessed correctly. This was greeted with, if not laughter, sniggers. Suddenly I jumped, well I nearly jumped as it is difficult when strapped, as a big shock from the zapper hit one of my balls. I relaxed just in time for another zap from the zapper, if not in the same place, perhaps in the other one.

It seemed as though I was good at guessing who was doing what so the ladies decided they would just enjoy themselves at my expense. Vanessa said she had sharpened her nails especially so she could dig into various sensitive parts and though it was probably not accurate, it certainly felt as though she had done so. Oh, and she seemed to have a fixation with torturing my very sensitive nipples.

Next a very tight something was attached to me. Being blindfolded, I had no idea what, but it was tight and had sharp things inside. Not very pleasant, but more so, when gentle playing with certain bits and pieces increased the size down there. I tried to remember the name of that MP who one has to think of when trying to control oneself, but this did not work.

So enough of that, they thought, they wanted by backside to be as red as the bits that already become red. It was nice to be unstrapped and be able to move around and for a short time to lay across Linda’s thighs as ordered, until she put a lot of effort into reddening my backside by hand. No such luck with Vanessa’s thighs as when it came to her turn, I had to lie on the whipping bench whilst a lot of thought and discussion between the ladies as to which whip, I should suffer under.  Further discussions followed whilst I was subject to the whip, in fact so much discussion that Vanessa lost count of the strokes and the ladies decided the only fairest thing was to start all over again, despite my vote to the contrary.

It was then decided, not by me, don’t be silly, but by the ladies that any signs of me misbehaving down there, would be cured by pouring hot wax on the offending member and all points around. It took a while to sort this out so in the meantime something metallic disappeared up me and slowly at first, I felt the surge of electricity up my backside Pleasant when lightly applied, but as the current turns up it does become very unpleasant. But my attention was diverted very quickly when wax was applied liberally. The ladies seemed to have enjoyed this as every time I twitched, they laughed once more. Of course, once waxed, it had to be removed, not a pleasant prospect, again those sharp nails attacking me. Though a clever idea occurred to the ladies. What if they used their vibrator on me ? Well of course, it had the desired effect – surprising after all the punishment it had received – and swelled sufficiently for the wax to crack which helped the painful removal, though I was again distracted by the electricity being turned up which must have made it difficult removing the wax as every five seconds I was jumping about.

Having exhausted most of the implements of torture upstairs, it was time to go to the medical room – a new attraction – downstairs. Oh nice, I thought, a few seconds of rest. Not so, now freed of the electric butt plug, it was replaced by a butt hook. Not too unpleasant until a collar was attached to my neck and then the collar was also attached to the butt hook. My posture improved immeasurably as it was impossible to do anything but stand up straight or I would throttle myself. I then had to manoeuvre the stairs considering the prospect of falling down the stairs and the dire consequences. I made it unscathed.

I was then told that my courting tackle had to recover and fast because Linda’s rule on erections no longer applied, which was as well because her expertise made sure that one followed with some gentle persuasion. Poor thing, it didn’t know if it was coming or going, no it was quite sure it was not coming, perhaps later if I was lucky and the ladies hadn’t put it completely out of action. But this did reassure me that in fact the ball zapping had not, in fact, put me out of action at this time. What’s more, as one might suppose, for once pleasant feelings were being sent to me by my battered bits. Again, I was taken by surprise, as I then discovered  my most intimate place invaded by something cold and very hard. Not an unpleasant feeling, as gravity pulled it down. Pleased with the speed that the invading object disappeared, a larger one followed it.

Now Linda was worried that she might get an electric shock as she was still holding the sound as Vanessa advanced with something attached to a nuclear power station somewhere in the UK (or even France as we buy their power). Vanessa promised not to touch the sound with her implement which had one of those bitey things on the end. No electric shocks for Linda but what about me ? No promises, in fact just the opposite. There I was helpless both hands and feet bound together under the couch, which I have to say was not the most comfortable position, and I looked with horror as said electric thing approached the bell end of me. I was right to be mindful as when attached the result was my only expletive of the day as I was shocked. I got no telling off because the ladies were too busy laughing.

After a bit more fun (for them) I was then told that I would get a blow job. Now I was not so naïve as to think that this was to be a blow job as usually defined, though the mere thought of it added a touch more swelling. Vanessa produced an implement that slipped easily down me since I was well lubed up from the action with the sounds. Once inside the device could be made larger and had a nice funnel. The ladies took it in turns to blow down the funnel, which  was an interesting sensation, and indeed a pleasant one, though not of course as pleasing as the other way of receiving a blow job.

The ladies then checked that I was exhausted, and I was, but they couldn’t resist a bit more squeezing where I did not want to be squeezed and then out came the vibrator and in no time my battered bits erupted in the usual way.

What a session.








My visit to Lady Linda by one of my trusted visitors

This was send to me by one of my trusted visitors, I do hope you find it interesting.

Lady Linda

I have visited Lady Linda many times over the years, both at her “old chambers” and lately at her new place, which is a great set up, and most enjoyable to session in.

This time Lady Linda offered me the opportunity to experience a domestic setting for my session, and she made it very clear that this was only offered to her “trusted visitors” which I am very honoured to be classed as one, I thank her very much for this honour.

So this time I am the naughty nephew that has been sent to Auntie Linda for a break by my Mother.

I did not know at the time my Mother had sent a letter on ahead to Auntie Linda.

When I arrived Auntie Linda was very upset about what she had read in the letter and how disappointed she was with me, and how my Mother had been in tears because of the things I had been caught doing.

Auntie Linda made me stand in the hallway, and laid “down the law” about how I was to behave whilst in her care, and what would happen if I misbehaved, this was when I noticed she had a Tawse in her hand.

She said she was going to deliver the punishment I deserved for causing my Mother to be in tears, and that I would soon see what would happen if I misbehaved in her house.

I protested, and told it was not fair, for that Auntie Linda slapped my face hard, and told me to shut up, and that has earned me double what she had planned for me.

Auntie Linda them grappled me by the ear and dragged me into her room, and sat down and pulled me over her knee, and I received a sound hand spanking, Auntie can certainly give a hard spanking, at this point I still had my trousers and pants in place.

O dear Auntie then reached for her slippers, and gave me a good hard slippering, whilst she told me what she thought of my behaviour, that was a very sore experience, it caused me to start to move around on Aunties knees which she was not happy about, and she told me she had only just got started.

She then told me to get up, and take both my trousers and pants down, I protested that I was embarrassed, she told me to shut up and slapped me again, and told me not to answer back again.

Auntie told me to bend over the arm of the sofa, by this time my trousers and pants were round my ankles.

Auntie told me not to move from there, and if I did she would start all over again, well she now started to use the Tawse on my backside, and she said it was going to be 20, but that has now doubled to 40, and they would be hard.

Well they were hard strokes, but I made the mistake of telling her she had no right to punish me, that was a bad mistake.

Auntie told me to stay in that position and she left the room, and when she returned, she had two canes with her.

She said that for my cheek I would be getting 20 strokes with each one, and she did not want to hear a word from me, apart from counting each stroke, and again they would be delivered with full force.

Well I was slow in counting the strokes so at number 6 Auntie said that just confirmed what my Mother had said about not doing I as I was told, so she would start again from the beginning, and I would learn my lesson in the most painful way.

So the first lot of twenty was started again, and they were certainly delivered with full force, and Auntie told me to get up and go and stand in the corner, with my pants and trousers around my ankles, with my hands on my head and not to move, she said that she was going to phone my mother to let her know I had arrived safely.

Well, I was so embarrassed with the thought of this, I shouted out NO, well that was a big mistake, Auntie picked up her Tawse and came over and thrashed my backside as I stood there, she told me to shut up and not to move again, and never to tell her what to do.

She then called my Mother, and told her, I was safe and well, and starting to learn how to behave, and that I would be returning home as a different boy.

Once Auntie came off the phone, she told me to stay where I was, hands on head, trousers and pants at my ankles, whilst she made a cup of coffee.

Well I must have been stood for what seemed ages, and then Auntie said have you now learned to behave, I said yes Auntie.

Auntie said you are still going to get the final 20 with the cane, so get back over the arm of the sofa, and start counting, and you know what will happen if you say anything or move again.

Well the twenty strokes were the hardest I have felt, and I did not make any more mistakes.

Once finished Auntie told me to get up, turn around and tidy myself up, she them told me, that if she heard again about my bad behaviour, that the next time, the punishment would be doubled.

I was sent home with a very sore bottom after thanking Auntie Linda.

Naughty Douglas

Best Ever Whipping

I thought I would share this testimonial from a loyal slave of mine, I do hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the session.

I have, over the years enjoyed a great many sessions in the company of Mistress Linda and thought I would share just some of the highlights from my latest visit to the Chapel Chambers of Leeds.
Before the fun and games began Mistress Linda and I had a casual catch up chat and a brief exchange of ideas as to how we could occupy our time together. It was during this chat that I happened to mention a recent video clip I had seen in which Mistress Vanessa had performed a most expert whipping of a slave with some of the most vicious whips available, namely the dog and snake whips. With this in mind I asked Mistress Linda if she might be able to do something similar. The very short answer was yes and with that Mistress Linda disappeared, leaving me in her red room to contemplate my fate.
Contemplation over Mistress Linda returned, having now changed into what I shall describe as “full mistress gear”, which could only mean one thing, it was time for the fun to begin.
Wasting no time at all Mistress Linda soon had me nicely secured to her cross ready for a good whipping. To minimise any chance I may have had of movement I was secured by both wrists and nipples. With a couple of nasty nipple clamps applied and secured to the cross I only had two options, pull back and suffer some excruciating nipple torture or lay flat and take the whipping. I went for lay flat and take the whipping. Mistress Linda then casually worked through a variety of whips and floggers, stopping occasionally to increase the tension on the nipple clamps, so I never really had a choice at all on that, as even by staying absolutely still my nipples were not escaping any of the torment and neither was my back, which by now was quite well marked from the firm handed lashing it had already received. Pleased with how things were progressing Mistress Linda briefly disappeared, only to re-appear, delighted that she had found Mistress Vanessa’s snake whip. I couldn’t really change my mind now, not after Mistress Linda had taken the time to go and find the snake whip especially for me, so trying to relax as much as possible and keen to please the Mistress I braced myself for my final six lashes, which Mistress Linda duly delivered with un-wavering force and accuracy.
As I was released from the cross I couldn’t help but admire the red lines which were now neatly layered across my back, it really had been the best whipping I had ever received, not that I had too much time to recover as Mistress Linda was keen to move on to other areas. So it was then over to the bondage bed for some CBT and yet more nipple torture, only this time Mistress Linda was using her extensive collection of pegs, which while quite innocent in appearance, really can achieve even greater results than the nipple clamps.
Then to finish we moved on to one of my favourite activities, a good hard caning. We got to 80 before Mistress Linda paused and said, the last 20 would be really hard. At 95 she paused again and said the last three would just be given one after the other without any gap between strokes. It was at this point I made a slight error and asked if they would also be full force. Mistress Linda was not amused and after confirming they most certainly would be she also said that as a result of the flippant back chat she would be starting the final 10 all over again, so 5 penalty strokes. I didn’t say anything else but in many ways I saw the extra strokes as much more of a bonus than a penalty, as after all I do enjoy a good hard caning from Mistress Linda, so more strokes of the cane is always bonus for me.

Testimonial by Slave 56

I do hope you all enjoy this, it was written by one on my loyal slaves, and he wanted to share his experience with others.

Testimonial by Slave56

Part 1

Slave56 was summoned to attend the Chapel by Mistress Linda.
Dressed only in my underpants I kneeled on the floor of Red room waiting in trepidation for the entrance of Mistress Linda. My heart was racing as the door opened and Mistress entered wearing a black and pink PVC mini dress.
“It’s been a long time since you were last here slave56?” Mistress Linda questioned
“yes Mistress”
Mistress Linda then proceeded to search through her equipment to locate neck strap.
On approaching me Mistress observed a bulge in my underpants. She then places her hand under my chin forcing me to look into her eyes. Her high heeled shoe rubbed against my groin,
“Why are you like this?” she demanded
“I’m looking a pretty lady Mistress” I unconvincingly replied.
“Don’t you dare blame me you disgusting slave” Mistress Linda responded.
“I’m sorry Mistress I’ve no self control” I hesitantly replied.
“That’s why you’re here, you have no self control, so I’m going to beat you and then you’ll be my sissy slave”
Mistress Linda proceeded to attach a leather strap to my neck, I was informed I would be humiliated
“you are going to be my sissy slave”
“your job is to suck cock” she announced
“do you understand?”
“ yes Mistress “ I replied
“ and you’ll do a good job won’t you” she demanded.
“yes Mistress” I replied
“don’t let me down” she commanded
“ no Mistress”
“slave stand up and let me look you over” Mistress Linda demanded.
I did as Mistress commanded standing with my hands behind my back. I was moved into position as Mistress required she then unceremoniously put her fingers into the top of my underpants and lowered them to my knees. I was now standing naked before her with everything exposed including my recently waxed erect cock and balls.
“they’re smooth, you said you were going to wax”
Mistress Linda then proceeded to dig her long nails into my cock and run them along the length, before grabbing hold of my balls and giving them a serious squeeze.
Attention then shifted to my delicate nipples which were squeezed and rotated.
“stand on your toes” she demanded as she lifted me with my nipples.
“down slave” she pulled me back onto my feet.
“remove those pants they’re not hiding anything” Mistress demanded, and I suitably obliged.
Mistress Linda then proceeded to attach a long metal linked chain with a leather handle to the neck strap.
Mistress then took my balls into her hand and announced,
“I’m going to enjoy punishing you”
“I’m going to attach my ball strap very tight around those balls”
Mistress than moved me towards her cross and proceeded to put my back against it allowing my hands to be tied behind my back.
As Mistress completed the knot she announced:-
“now I have you under complete control”
“ spread your legs” she commanded
The ball strap was tightly fastened, with my balls being squeezed.
Mistress Linda then slapped the cock saying “that is disgusting”
Restrained at the cross Mistress proceeded to torture my nipples cock and balls, then headed to the medical room to collect the speculum.
Upon her return she demonstrated the stainless steel speculum, showing how she intended to stretch my arse.
Mistress Linda then released me from the cross and had me stand in the corner waiting for my next instructions. Mistress then looked at my cock again disappointed it was still semi erect.
“kneel on the spanking horse” she commanded.
As instructed, I positioned myself on the horse nervously awaiting my fate. Mistress then fastened me to the horse with a strap over my back and both legs held in position with rope and my arse and balls exposed. Mistress then squeezed my balls again as she checked my cock for any sign of the erection declining, alas I was still hard.
“you don’t like me punishing you, do you?” Mistress Linda suggested
“no Mistress” I replied
“well I’m going to enjoy punishing you!!” Mistress Linda announced with a menacing laugh.
Mistress Linda then proceeded to locate her favourite paddle.
“I’m going to give you 15 strokes of the paddle, thank me after each set of punishment and remember your manners.”
“yes Mistress” I replied
15 stokes were applied to my buttocks as Mistress Linda counted out each stroke.
Once the 15th was applied remembering my manners I replied
“thank you Mistress”
Mistress rubs her hand over my buttocks, then announced
“I’ll look for your next implement”
After dismissing one of her straps, she produced a riding crop
Laughing she informed me the crop had a black hand
“ twelve strokes with this one, are you ready?” she declared
“yes Mistress”
The strokes were applied quickly to alternate buttocks as she counted out loud,
As the last stroke was administered I remained polite and said:-
“thank you very much”
Mistress Linda then proceeded to check my cock again, and found it still to be hard, she then looked for the next implement of punishment.
“stop fidgeting slave56”
Mistress then produced a black 3 tailed tawse.
“because they are getting harder I’m going to give you 10 strokes”
The leather tawse was slid over my buttocks prior to starting the punishment.
“2, you’re doing very well”
“4”, Mistress then checked my cock again laughing
“it’s going down Mistress”
“not enough, I’m going to get my own way, you know erections aren’t allowed so why bother”
Stokes 5-10 were then applied,
“thank you Mistress” I said remembering to be courteous
Mistress then laid the tawse briefly on my back before returning to her vast collection of correction implements.
“I think 10 strokes of the cane should do the trick” Mistress announced
Mistress then selects 2 of her favourite canes from her collection, and announces I will receive 5 strokes from each!
Lying nervously on the spanking bench, I hear Mistress test her canes for flexibility, as I hear the several short sounds whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…. as the canes travel through the air. They are going to be painful!
Casting the more severe cane to one side Mistress takes up position to administer 5 strokes of the least severe cane.
I felt a few light taps on my bottom as Mistress identified the landing point of the cane,
With a whoosh the cane flew through the air before landing on my bottom, marking the area with a tell tail red stripe,
“1” announced Mistress Linda
Mistress then repeated the operation moving the target area
“thank you Mistress for the first 5 strokes”
Mistress Linda then switches to the stronger cane, and announces it will be more painful, then presents it to my face. Before moving to the caning position she again checks it’s flexibility with more short swishes of the cane.
I then feel the cane gently tap my buttocks as Lady Linda targets her first stroke of the cane.
Whoosh, crack “1” Mistress Linda announces
Whoosh, crack “2” Mistress Linda announces
Mistress aims for the third stroke and laughs “slave is flinching as I take aim”
Whoosh, crack “3” Mistress Linda announces
Whoosh, crack “4” Mistress Linda announces
Whoosh, crack “5” Mistress Linda announces
“thank you Mistress”
Mistress Linda then runs her hands over my red bottom admiring the stripes.
“you’re going to have some cats whiskers there”
“next slave56 I’m going to open you up” Mistress Linda announces as she puts on her rubber gloves……TO BE CONTINUED

Testimonial by Slave 00011

Below is a testimonial from one the “Slaves” that attended for a day of confinement in the “Belfry” , I know that I and the other Wardresses enjoyed the day, and I am planning for this to be repeated on a regular basis, so if you are interested you should get in touch.

Testimonial by Slave 00011

My Visit to the Belfry
I would like to thank the “Head Wardress” (Mistress Linda) for the great day I had at the Belfry.
To explain Mistress Linda has created a place where you can spend long periods of time in detention alongside other “detainees” without actually seeing them.
I arrived and was told to strip and given a “strip search”, I was then hooded, cuffed and lead upstairs to the Belfry, where I was placed and locked into a cage, I was told to remain quiet at all times and await to see what happens next.
After about 10 minutes I became aware of movement, another detainee being brought in I suspect, as again the only words said were “to remain quiet at all times”, this happened another 4 or was it 5 times over a period of time, I lost track of the time quite quickly.
What happened next I was pulled from the cage and bent over a “whipping bench”, this was by a different “Wardress” and caned, I should say that I had agreed that I would be punished along with being used and abused, of course the Head Wardress knows my “likes & dislikes” along with my limits, so I knew I would be in safe but “cruel hands” throughout my time in detention.
After a good sound caning I was taken into a different form of confinement, and left secured, as others were dealt with in a similar manner, it was quite erotic hearing others being dealt with.
Next I was taken out and strung up by both arms and then tortured (CBT/ Nipples/Electrics) during which the hood was removed I could see others in different forms of bondage and confinement but they could not see me because they were all blindfolded and it was not possible for me identify them, this was one of the things that was explained to me when I discussed the event with Mistress Linda, and she said that discretion would be maintained at all times, no one would be able to identify anyone else throughout the day.
Various other things happened to me during the time I was there, but I won’t detail them all here, I will leave that for you to find out for yourselves when you attend.
I should say that the Head Wardress was assisted during the day by other Wardress’s which again all added to the excellent experience I and I am sure the others had, I will be returning quite soon for the next “event”.

Detention Slave 00011

“Sounds good to me”

This is a testimonial from one of my very loyal slaves.

There I was, naked, arms stretched above my head and my legs held wide apart unable to do anything beyond stare at my reflection in Mistress Linda’s mirrored ceiling. Perhaps foolishly I had asked Mistress Linda to be gentle with me as I feared the outcome if she unleashed the full creative range of her imaginative ways of making one experience delicious torments.
In return she had promised that I would experience something entirely new, something that would demonstrate totally her absolute control over the centre of my male identity without having to harm me in any way.
“Today we are going to play with sounds, do you trust me?”
“Yes mistress”
“Good, not that it matters with you tied like this”
With a wicked smile she showed me the first sound, over 9 inches of glistening stainless steel, polished smooth and with a gentle curve towards one end, to me it looked to be incredibly thick and I couldn’t imagine it would ever go were she intended to insert it.
“This is the smallest one, I like to start with this and work up to the larger ones once you start to stretch, and wait for the bend, it has an interesting effect”
With this she proceeded to ensure that everything was scrupulously clean and sterile, you must acknowledge her skills, even though she is truly talented at wringing torment from one’s body when she wishes, she is equally skilled at safely managing the experience.
She slowly coated the steel with lube in front of my eyes taking her time as she described what she was going to do.
“This will slide right inside you under its own weight, I don’t have to do anything, your body and gravity will do everything for me and you can’t do ANYTHING to resist, no muscles to clench, no barriers at all until it’s all inside you”
Despite all my fears I was still standing to attention as the tip of the sound slipped inside the eye of my member, she supported the steel instrument with her hand and it slowly began to descend inside my flesh, the sensation as it entered me and began to slowly descend was intense, similar to the physical sensations experienced with ejaculation but unaccompanied by all the other feelings experienced during orgasm leaving me free to experience everything in exquisite detail as it glided deeper and deeper within me, opening me in a way unlike anything I had ever felt before. Just before it had reached its full depth the descent paused for a split second then the whole sound rotated within me, this was completely unexpected and the sensation as it stimulated the entire length of my urethra sent an electric shock up and down my body.
“And there’s the bend, surprising isn’t it” Mistress Linda whispered into my ear.
With this she began to gently stroke me with her fingertips, her gloved hands slick with the lube she has used, the sensations were intense, almost beyond description as not only could I feel her gentle featherlight touch on the exterior of my member, but I could also feel my flesh being squeezed against the length of steel within me.
“Of course, the more erect and stiff you become the tighter you will grip the sound, this will stimulate you even further and so of course you will become even more erect and so you become even more stimulated and so it goes on” she proceeded to demonstrate this by gently beginning to withdraw her tool and again it rotated sending yet another electric shock through my body and drawing an groan of pure pleasure from my lips.
Slowly, oh so slowly she withdrew most of its length before allowing it to again fill me completely.
“Very good, now let’s move up to the next size, shall we?” and with this she proceeded to demonstrate that what I had felt sure was the largest implement a body could contain was merely the beginning of my exquisite torment…..

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Caught On the Fiddle

I do hope you all enjoy the following which was written by one of our loyal slaves following a very enjoyable “Double Dom Session”, I have included some of the photos taken during the session which he was very happy for us to use.

Caught On the Fiddle
It may well have been bitterly cold outside but luckily for me, things in the Chapel Dungeon were about to get much warmer, for once again I found myself naked, exposed and awaiting the undivided attention of not one but two very imaginative Mistresses.
Yet another Mother and Daughter session had been a wish of mine, ever since I found out that Mistress Vanessa had relocated to the Chapel Dungeon, as it occurred to me that if the Mistress had relocated, she would certainly have brought all her clever little pain inflicting devices with her.
I wasn’t wrong Mistress Vanessa had brought all her devices with her and was very much in the mood to share, it really was spikes, studs and hint of electrics with everything.
I was by now getting excited at what may be in store and was rather obviously standing to attention, a somewhat irresistible target for Mistress Vanessa and her spiked cock sheath, so on it went, spikes on the inside, with both Mistresses taking turns to really give it a good squeeze, pleasure and pain all in one.
After sufficient enjoyment had been had by all we moved on to a wooden device Mistress Vanessa referred to as “the fiddle”. I think “the fiddle” could be described as a game of predicament bondage, best played as a team. Firstly it was over to Mistress Linda for the delicate insertion of an anal hook, then back to Mistress Vanessa for some leather bondage gloves, the type that whilst warm, make self satisfaction a non starter. Then it all fell into place the wooden part or “the fiddle” was locked around my neck with both hands locked in position level with my head. A little awkward perhaps but more was still to come, a rope was then tied between the anal hook and “the fiddle”, then again another piece between “the fiddle” and the nipple clamps. So moving this devious block of wood in either direction up or down would result in me pulling something. The only way to avoid pulling anything was to stay still but the Mistresses where never going to allow that.
So next I was over the whipping bench for a good paddling, with both Mistress taking turns and whilst paddling a slave with an anal hook inserted may sound cruel, in this case it was for my own good as I knew the warm up would serve me well for the double strength caning I would be receiving later.
So far the session had been all one sided, I had received all the attention, so before being released from “the fiddle”, I got down on my hands and knees and gave Mistress Linda’s feet some much needed attention.
Finally released from “the fiddle” I was allowed a little rest, encased in Mistress Vanessa’s bondage body bag, whilst various parts of my anatomy were gently caressed by her electrified leather glove, she has an ever so gentle touch but with a twist.
By now we were moving to yet another big finish and for me, a visit to the Chapel wouldn’t be complete without a brutally good caning and today was sure to be just that bit extra special, as with double domination comes a double caning. So after a not so gentle whipping we got down to the canes of which the Mistresses have a vast array, thin and stingy, or heavy and hard, my preference is for the traditional heavy hard canes, wielded with force and I can honestly say, I always get what I ask for and today was no exception. I lost count of just how many strokes each Mistress dished out but it must be good when you ask for more.
The perfect end to yet another fun afternoon and now that Mistress Vanessa is very much resident at the Chapel, an experience I can only hope to repeat.

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Beware The Borrowed Dog Whip

This is a testimonial from one of my loyal slaves, I do hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed the session.

It had been a while but I thought it was about time I paid a visit to Mistress Linda at the Chapel Dungeon, after all, the marks from my last visit had long since faded.

So I made the appointment and then with eager anticipation counted the days until finally there I was knocking on the door of the Chapel Dungeon. Having visited Mistress Linda many times I was fairly confident that I knew what to expect, after all just how many different ways are there to tease, torment and generally surprise a slave.

Well it turns out that not all surprises in the dungeon are painful as on this occasion I was more than pleasantly surprised to bump into Mistress Vanessa, a Mistress who in the past has also had me dancing to her tune. However, today Mistress Vanessa was awaiting the arrival of her own slave, so for today at least I would be spared her painfully creative talents but not one of her painfully creative new whips.

Leaving Mistress Vanessa to attend to her own slave, Mistress Linda was certainly well on top of things in the Red Room and within no time at all she had me making all the right noises. Nipples clamped, balls stretched, cock whipped and high heels dug into all the places that matter, we really were getting through all “the old favourites” and we or rather I still had the very best to come.

The very best, is of course some full force corporal punishment, Mistress Linda really does excel in this area and it is certainly a particular favourite of mine. So we started, or rather Mistress Linda started with a selection of floggers, giving my back a good all over thrash. Then we moved onto the borrowed dog whip, apparently Mistress Vanessa acquired this hand crafted devilish whip form the Other World Kingdom and I have the marks to prove it really isn’t just for show. I think we got to 10 lashes of the dog, not sure when the marks will fade but it certainly does have a very distinctive feel, basically it stings like nothing else.

Then to finish we moved on to what Mistress Linda is famous for, a good hard caning. We got to 30 before Mistress Linda paused and said, “How many do I usually give you?” oh about 100 I replied, that was it, Mistress was now on a mission to deliver at least another 70, full whack no nonsense. At 100 she stopped, I was bruised but not quite beaten so asked for another 10 of her very best and that is certainly what she gave me, in total 110 very hard very precise strokes of just some of her finest canes.


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Oh Poor Prue

This is a testimonial from one of my loyal slaves that attended for a “Double Dom Session” with Myself and Mistress Vanessa, I have added some photos taken with the slaves permission for your further enjoyment. 

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 rather 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 you 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 caller 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’s right” she said, “Prue, now Prue, come here and get over my knee”. As Prue lay over Mistress Vanessa 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, where upon 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 really were 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, that of slave in a state of torment? Or a slave in a state of ecstasy? In truth probably both, 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, well 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 ingenuity of Mistress Vanessa or the skilled refinement of Mistress Linda.

I do hope you enjoyed this testimonial and look out for future posts.

Mistress Linda.

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The Spirit of Competition

Below is a review from one of my loyal slaves, I do hope you enjoy, along with some photos taken during the session, which have been included with the slaves permission.

As a loyal slave of Mistress Linda I have, over the years enjoyed a great variety of sessions, all of which have been beyond compare. Some time ago however, I dared myself to try a session of double domination with both Mistress Linda and Mistress Vanessa. This unique Mother and Daughter domination experience has been something which I have been very keen to repeat. What follows, is my account of yet another exciting afternoon in the Chapel.

So there I stood naked and alone in the Chapel’s Red Room dungeon. Well I say naked, I had elected to retain a modest under garment with comedy overtones. This was always going to be a risky way to start a 3 hour session but I thought my appearance would either appeal to the Mistress’s good humour and be rewarded with a sound thrashing later or be seen as rather a cavalier on my part and be severely punished with a sound thrashing later. Either way I couldn’t lose, a sound thrashing was assured.

As the dungeon door swung open I stood mesmerised by two glamorous dommes, elegantly attired from head to toe in shiny PVC. The effect was instant; my comedy under garment began to bulge, much to the amusement of the Mistresses, then as if from fresh air Mistress Vanessa produced a spiked sheath and in a flash, had it wrapped around the offending bulge, ensuring a close fit, with a firm squeeze.

After further rubbing and squeezing from both Mistresses, my now deflated member was released but only to allow a weighted spiked parachute to be firmly secured around my balls. Balls attended to, attention turned to my nipples and it was on with the clamps, then events took a whole new direction, as I was hooded and the chain from the nipple clamps attached to a hardback book, balanced on my head. All I had to do, was walk round the dungeon, ensuring the book didn’t drop. Obviously the Mistresses were on hand to offer assistance, one with a riding crop and the other with a cattle prod. As the crop and cattle prod were put to one side, I rather thought I had got away with it, the book was still very much in place. Victory for me I thought but no, as I stood wondering what might happen next, Mistress Vanessa wrapped her arms round my chest, my body quivered, the book fell ripping the clamps from my very tender nipples. Victory to the Mistresses!

Following my failure in the book balancing, I was lead next door, still wearing the weighted parachute and treated to an all over flogging, by both Mistresses, I really enjoy a firm handed flogging and it doesn’t get any better than Mistress’s Linda and Vanessa, going full tilt. No part of my body was left un-flogged.

It was now time for a change of direction, I had foolishly suggested I would like to find out which Mistress was best at her craft and I was prepared to offer myself as judge in any such competition. It’s fair to say the challenge was accepted with relish and after being strapped to the bed, I found myself looking at two Mistresses, each holding a violet wand. Mistress Linda had a shiny new one, while Mistress Vanessa had a fully restored vintage model. My role was to judge which wand was best, the old or the new. After a very thorough test, in which I was subjected to the full range of violet wand torment, I can confirm there was a clear winner but I have been strictly forbidden from declaring the result in this blog. Any slave wishing to know the answer, will need to find out first hand and undergo the same gruelling ordeal.

More electric torture was to follow but not before I had been strapped to the whipping bench for some bottom warming punishment, nothing too severe, after all there was still a severe caning to enjoy. Bottom warmed I was then flipped on my back for what can only be described as a damned good fucking. Mistress Vanessa took the lead on this and once the angle of attack was just right, she didn’t hold back, I was totally pounded, all this while Mistress Linda held me in place by the nipples.

Legs, now like jelly it was back to the bed, not for a rest but some more electric torture. Electric torture can vary wildly, it can either be mild and quite ineffective or a bit more intense and send you through the roof. Luckily for me, I got the full spectrum, a real “buzz” through the cock, balls and anus, always with a least one of the Mistress’s hands free to pull the chain on the nipple clamps.

So I had endured a lot and enjoyed it all but we still had one little thing left, a good thrashing with the canes. I love a good Mistress Linda caning but today I had an extra special reason. Keen readers of Mistress Linda’s blog will have noticed she has recently fallen victim to web based plagiarism. There is an image taken from a session in which Mistress Linda dispensed a good beating to a slave, being passed off as the work of another Mistress. Luckily Mistress Linda can recognise her own handiwork and I know what my own bottom looks like, yes I was that slave. So to set the record straight I volunteered myself for another damned good thrashing, the results of which will no doubt appear on the blog along with a picture of the cane which was broken in the process. Mistress Linda canes like no other and will always tailor the punishment to a slave’s individual level of endurance and while a thrashing isn’t compulsory, it’s certainly worth a go.

So which Mistress is the best at her craft, well I now know which Mistress has the best violet wand, which Mistress is best with the flogger, which Mistress can dish out the best and most severe punishment and which Mistress will send you through the roof with the electrics but as always reading a blog will never be enough, book a session and find out first hand.

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