Ms Tytania’s blog.

Hello Xyz,

A 100 GBP tribute for the whole filmed session is required from all succesful applicants. This would be payable in advance using PayPal.

The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell owes its aesthetic, discourse and inspiration to 70′s terror groups and urban guerrillas such as the Red Faction Army/Baader-Meinhoff Group, where women took an active, if bloody, part. We are also inspired by the extreme radical doctrines of Valerie Solanas’ SCUM Manifesto for the erradication of the male, and of course, urban subcultures such as skingirls, punk and radical squatters groups. All in all, a rather heady mixture, but such fun to create and film at the moment .

We have been lucky so far to find amazing venues to film in, and on the 9th – 10th weekend we have access to a disused police station with cells, where we are planning on filming a series of clips based on interrogation, kidnap, hostage, brainwashing techniques and intrusive procedures. Electrics, sounds, extreme rope bondage, may be included, but limits and experience will of course be negotiated and respected.

We are currently looking for two male specimens to be our filming bunnies on the April 9th and 10th weekend, either one or both days. You can choose to show your face or not. We are big fans of bags over the head and balaklavas

Please email me to: begandgrovel@mstytania.com, if you think you have what it takes (including availability), and to discuss details, limits, etc, etc.

I booked an appointment with a new sub, some time next week at 3.30. I told him that we might have to change times slightly as I share the rubber studio in Camden and it may be in use right then. He agrees to wait till I text back to confirm time availability. I am then asked by the studio owner if we can change the appointment to 2.30.

So I text the sub asking him if he would mind coming at 2.30 instead. His reply:

Rubber Guy: Are you teasing me?

Rubber guy: Good. I’ve admired your photographs for ages!

At this point, I am the one who fears is being taken for a ride, so I’m careful and polite:

Me: Thank you. Please rest assured that I’m not leading you on, simply having trouble booking the studio. Is monday @ 2.30 possible? I don’t want to rush the session.

Rubber Guy: Sorry I do not understand.

I take a deep breath and reply:

Me: Did you book a session with me this afternoon, to take place on monday @3.30?

Rubber Guy: But I remember you as a sharp cookie

At this point, I facepalm. From the heart.

Tytania “Sharp Cookie” Gonzales: Dear Sub Xyz: I am trying to conduct my business professionally, not showing off or being clever.

Rubber Guy: Why?

I have no time to reply before he texts me again:

Rubber Guy: I’m sorry, i will have to cancel. I do not think you are Ms T.

Rubber Guy: Listen to yourself.

Stage note: at this point the Greek Chorus of the Blogosphere facepalm at unison.

Rubber Guy: Where was the famous CCK? (Note: I think he is referring to the now defunct scene coffee shop in Covent Garden, “Coffee, Cake & Kink”)

Tytania “Sharp Cookie” Gonzales: memo me on my IC profile if you want to check it’s Ms Tytania you are talking to. Up to you.

The Greek Chorus of the Blogosphere rap: Now, can the real Ms Tytania please stand up?

Curtain falls. End of Act One.

I’ve always found one hour sessions a bit rushed. I’ve also found that people who request one hour appointments don’t want to go too deep into their kinks: they want to have their itch scratched, serviced, and ready to go.

I like clients who savour their time in my studio, and who like to explore and experiment without rush, guilt or other awkward feelings that cloud kink. Timid, quickly and guiltily dipping your toes in BDSM, only to get up and leave as soon as the last drop of cum has made its guilty escape, is simply not something I appreciate or understand.

Most people request 90 minute sessions anyway, and those who ask for an introductory hour, arguing that we may not get on so well after all, are missing out or just plain tight.

So from now on, I’m not offering one hour sessions anymore. The minimum session length with Mistress Tytania will be of 90 minutes, to give me time to weave the atmosphere unravel the secrets in my subs’ mind.

Subs so often arrive in my studio with their head full of work, life, everyday concerns and preocupations. You can’t just switch them off and immerse yourself in BDSM in five minutes. I dislike playing by numbers, rushing, going from activity to activity. BDSM is far more enjoyable when there is time to let them mature and develop, to let it breathe and sip into you. To give you time to realize how it affects you and makes you feel.

I know many people are going to be disappointed, but I’ve come to the conclusion that the one hour appointment clients are not for me. There are exceptions to the rule, but they are, again, in my experience… too exceptional to be taken into account.

I’ve been wary of using chems in my sessions for many years. I was also reluctant to engage in the isolating, deshumanizing world of full, restrictive rubber encasement and bondage. I found that drugs gave the session a dimension I hadn’t worked on; it felt like cheating, like a shirtdut to a state that should be created “naturally”.

But I’ve always said that nature is overrated.

Because that’s what’s great about rubber and chems: the artificial paradise they create. After seeing enthusiast after enthusiast, and learning from them, and from my own experiments… I find this world that the Germans like to call Bizarre, simply fascinating. Session after session,the last few weeks have taught me more than I’d learned in years.

They’ve also given me insight into what makes me tick as a Mistress: all my life, I’ve loved saying no. I think that NO is the most important word in a dominant woman’s vocabulary. I’ve always loved denying myself, being remote, unavailable… like Atalanta, given myself only after my suitors have defeated the oddest odds.

I enjoy the remoteness of chemicals and rubber bags, rubber wrapping, rubber cocoons and coils of rope. I think it’s this dehumanization, this interface between me and my specimen, that does it for me. Like the Ancient Chinese emperors, like the Pharaohs and the gods in their inner sanctums, Mistress only shows her face to a few chosen ones. To the anointed.

A session is like the song of the Sirens, the seven-headed Hydra, the eyes of the Medusa and the Trials of Hercules.

Rubber, rubber and more rubber… and chems, help this descent into the blissful void of oblivion. Then Mistress brings you back.

Mistress Sidonia’s blog: Meeting a Mistress – A little Nostalgia.

(Picture courtesy of The English Mansion)

Ms Tytania’s Perambulating Pillory.

A portable min-dungeon. A cage & stocks all locked into one. Mocking malcreants at the Pillory will never be more fun!

Now, for a cartload of rotting vegetables to arrive, and a suitably misbehaving sub to be pelted with them… I’m sure the wait won’t be long

I could go into a lengthy tale of how to use this Pillory, but I know it’s always best to leave it to you, subs, slaves, sluts and assorted dungeon ferrets, to come up with ways to use it to its best advantage.

So don’t be shy: if you have any suggestions on how Mistress could make the most of such a delightful contraption, what are you waiting for? Post them now or shut up forever.

(Photo courtesy of Bobette)