The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell

No Goddess, No Mistress, No Corsets!

There is no war bur the sex war!

Ms Tytania has a political, malcontent side: The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell, the hard edge of Femdom.

Mistress by day, by night Tytania, Urban Chick, puts on her bovver boots and tight jeans and roams the streets of London in a quest to obliterate Patriarchy, as represented by City boys, smug suburbans and other pitiful males of the London bourgeoisie. Hostage, ransom, torture and interrogation under severe, inescapable bondage.

“the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage.
To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited;
It’s often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.
The male will swim through a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there’ll be a friendly pussy awaiting him.”