Afternoon folks, I am writing having completed my first shoot with Huddersfield Mistress Helena at her domestic and erotic chambers in Yorkshire. For those of you who have worked with fetish models before, you probably know that you can never know what to expect. But this woman is something else. Utterly charming from arrival and an absolute joy to chat with. This Huddersfield Mistress rocked! All the little things that matter were there. Punctuality, quick changes and a vision of what she wants from the shots. So often at least one of those key points is missing. But not with her Huddersfield Mistress Helena.
As for the shoot its self, this woman is exceptional. Huddersfield Mistress Helena moves from pose to elegant pose naturally and effortlessly revisited any I thought I might not have quite captured. Her Yorkshire chambers are well equipped with plenty of different areas for play, she even has a Prison Cell! Now it was clean and well organised I notice this as a fetish/glam photographer. Of course this Huddersfield Mistress has all those toys and devices which make for some truly breathtaking shots and most kinky ones!
But dont be taken in by her beauty or those innocent eyes, this is no garden variety glam model. From the moment the shutter first fired her natural dominance flared. Huddersfield Mistress Helena owned the shoot. The shoot became as much about pleasing her as it did the camera and her standards are wonderfully high. Im not a submissive guy. But even I am not entirely immune to the kind of magic she seems to wield. She really is most captivating.
The end result of this fascinating and compelling shoot. Is one of the best sets I have ever taken. Flawless looks are easy to find among models. But a commanding personality that shines through a lense. Thats somthing that every tog hopes to find. Huddersfield Mistress Helena certainly has this. A certain charm to here Grace Kelly type look!
Im so looking forward to our next photographic set and guys, I can’t recommend shooting with her enough. She’s truly gifted. Oh and if you happen to be of the submissive persuasion, what the hell are you waiting for?! Contact the main lady Elite Huddersfield Mistress Helena.
My session with Manchester Mistress Helena/Goddess, July 14th, 2015.
Location – Eccles Location
I had asked Manchester Mistress in advance of our session to have a Bettie Page persona and l was not disappointed. Even through this Manchester Mistress is a vision of beauty with her long blonde hair when l met Mistress Helena at the door on her lair, she was a vision of ecstacy adorned in a figure hugging black corset with matching panties, sturdy suspender belt, flesh coloured stockings and to die for high black Paton high heels (That l could not wait for to lick) and to my utter joy this Manchester Mistress was also wearing a natural looking long flowing brunette wig to complete her Betty Page persona l was in the presence of a goddess, one of the most beautiful Mistresses l have ever seen, l felt humble and shivered with the thoughts of what was to unfold in the 2hr session.
I soon found myself naked on my knees in front of Manchester Mistress Helena whom was seated on her throne peering down at me verbally putting me in my place as she lit her cigarette and proceeded to smoke while directing me to kiss and lick her high heels, clean and suck her heels while she lent over and exhaled her spent smoke into my face reminding me of my fate that we had agreed upon and would unfold, soon l found myself strapped down on her kneeling bench, my legs and hands firmly tied down while Mistress commenced her hand spanking of me, then she flogged me and if that was not enough, three separate types of canes were used and were firmly applied as l was directed to count clearly if not additional would be used, it was pure pleasure and pain for me as Mistress Helena swung her blows my head was bowed, but l could feast my eyes on Mistress’s high heels and stockings, which she rubbed and teased against my tied body as she applied her cane.
Before l was released l was informed of my next fate, to my sheer joy, l was instructed to lay on the floor, while Mistress straggled my face with her wondrous behind, face sitting me with silky panties on while she lit up another cigarette and directed me to sniff and smell her panties scent, l did not need any encouragement, l was where l wanted to be since l had first seen this Manchester Mistress online. l was beneath her, eagerly consuming my Mistresses aroma and to add to this ecstasy, Mistress lent down and blew smoke from her ruby red lips between her legs into my face, l was as hard as a rock, there was no way l could hide my manhood l was putty in the hands of this goddess.
l was then released and ordered to follow the beautiful Manchester Mistress Helena to the medical room, yes my servitude was not yet finished in fact we were only half way through our 2hr session l had requested to venture into the medical side of BDSM an area l had no experience but had pent up desires and Mistress did not disappoint. I was ordered to mount the white examination chair with splayed leg rests, l soon found my legs and arms firmly strapped down and a gas mask firmly placed over my head as l requested as l love to have my breath restricted and enforced by a Mistress, while l tried to calm myself and contemplate my fate, through my eye goggles l could see as Mistress commenced to roll on her surgical gloves and proceed to lay out her favoured tools of torture, sounding probes in various diameters, l was at the point of no return l had no choice but to take what was coming to me, as my Manchester Mistress started to lube me up to apply her tools for my internal inspection, Mistress leaned towards me and held up the first probe to make sure l knew what was coming my may and with the skill of a medical professional she made sure my urethral track was well clear of any obstructions as she plunged and slide her probes deep inside my urethral track while verbally informing me of the depth she was attaining and the pleasure she had in doing so. There was discomfort but this is were pain meets pleasure it was the pinicle of the session for me, here before me was my vision of a Mistress, a goddess, a beauty with my manhood in hand, adorned in her Betty Page persona, me, firmly strapped down, breathing heavily in my gas mask, the pleasure far out weighed any discomfort l deserved everything l was getting and this Manchester Mistress was loving applying her trade, when finished with my urethral probing, Mistress commented how l was in such a precarious and accessible position she decided l needed a full inspection and applied further lubrication to her gloves and then my eager anus, she started to probe my anus to ensure my prostate was in good working order. l leaned forward as far as l could to see my beautiful Manchester Mistress, my goddess, crouched down balancing on her heels while laughing and verbally informing me of her inner progress it was another height of BDSM l had ever experienced in my life only to be finally surpassed the by my final forced milking by Mistress, she completed her internal examination of me, returned to her tools and produced a long white hand held vibrator and proceed to attach a rubber device that was placed over my rock hard member and then Mistress leaned forward staring into my mask feasting on my sheer ecstacy as she turned it on, my whole body was at a state of sheer joy, the verbal encouragement from this vision of a Mistress was too much to control for a mortal man, l tried to hold myself back just take it in longer this whole experience but this Manchester Mistress was in control and Mistress knew this that in her presence no man could deprive her of her goal to extract my manhood juices there was no way to win so l gave in and shot my load up into the air and watched it fall over Mistress surgical gloves, as she continued to vibrate me to ensure l left the dungeon empty.
But when l thought l had given my complete submission to this goddess l was reminded l had my final humiliation to come before l could shower, l was ordered to lay on the shower floor, and take Mistress champagne, it was all too much as Manchester Mistress Helena towered over me she pulled her panties to the side and proceeded to urinate all over my body, it was wonderful it was the pinicle of humiliation, this Mistress had me, l was helpless in the presence of this divine being l had found my muse. But be warned this Mistress, this goddess should have a health warning as once she has had you in her presence there will be no escape from her, you will return again and again to be punished and serve her…. be warned!
I have sessioned with my Manchester Mistress many many times and I was always reluctant to take a caning, in spite of Mistress Helena’s frequent, indeed insistent, urging.
Every single night without fail I awaken sweating and aroused around 4am.
From the moment that my last appointment is concluded at work all my mind can focus on is Manchester Mistress Helena’s majestic nylons.
As I was led up my carpeted stairs by my Manchester Mistress Helena I could hear the piss sloshing around in her patent shoes.
From the moment I met Manchester Mistress Helena I knew I had found the place I most desired to be. For well over half of my life I have dreamed of serving beautiful goddesses with long blonde hair. I can still vividly remember my first kinky dream as a small boy, I would dream of beautiful slim blonde haired women floating down from the heavens above. These angelic women were always dressed in either amazingly bright turquoise or pink bikinis sporting matching boots. It took me many years after those first tentative dreams of BDSM before I became consciously aware that I desired to serve dominant women. After visiting several Mistresses I have learned that I am certainly not turned on by pain or to be perfectly honest many of the activities associated with the scene. However upon coming into contact with Mistress Helena all of my desires and dreams suddenly seemed to count for nothing, my only desire was to see this truly divine Goddess smile and laugh. I wanted to take pain if she desired I should receive it, I wanted to obey her every command and make her happy, I wanted and needed to be useful to her.
Arriving by public transport the dungeon was really easy to find and Mistress was most helpful in guiding me right to her front door. I was extremely nervous as I always am upon visiting a Mistress but Mistress Helena is definitely different to Mistresses I have previously visited and I am ashamed to admit that I just cannot quite place my finger on what the essential difference is. She is without doubt easily the most beautiful woman I have served, I ve never allowed myself to visit a blonde haired Mistress before partly through a fear of being completely and utterly enslaved by my ultimate fantasy woman and partly through a fear of the experience not living up to my imagination. I needn’t have had any such fears as Mistress Helena was so much more then my imagination could have ever dreamt of and I am quite certain that her imagination is also superior. Maybe the difference between her and other Mistresses is the combination of that most majestic and beautiful aura which she possesses and her intelligence which is so satisfyingly anchored by an integral understanding that she was born to rule over all manner of men.
My session began with a friendly chat over a nice cup of tea whilst I tried to collect myself, during the course of our conversation Mistress would occasionally and only momentarily place a comforting hand onto my knee. After kindly showing me around the dungeon it was time for the real fun to begin. Mistress ordered me to strip naked and I readily assumed the kneeling position to pay my respects. Every little moment with Mistress Helena is littered with little enjoyable and perfectly judged comments/observations or just her unique thoughts on all types of subjects. As I was stripping naked under her attentive watch, she playfully shared her love of seeing men naked in front of her and shared her opinion that all men should have to be naked at all times….I never dared to enquire further as to the details of how that would work in actual reality (in harsh weather conditions etc…) but I filled in the details myself by imaging conditions and clauses which prevented men being left open to the elements – maybe us men would have to strip immediately upon entering any premises? Maybe we would all have to be naked even outside on warm sunny days etc….now I digress, though down a pre-laid path laid out by this most stunning and Intelligent of Goddesses.
Moving on to worship her shoes, legs and feet felt great, I was actually kissing Mistresses perfectly toned calf’s!! After this delightful activity I was handcuffed onto a cross where my balls were tied and teased and I was face slapped into submission. I ve never enjoyed pain and doubt I ever will but I can appreciate that it’s a necessary tool in a Mistresses armour. I was shocked at the strength of her first slap as my cheek flushed bright red and as more blows quickly followed I stood and contemplated that I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of the woman who was quickly becoming my Mistress, my Goddess and no doubt eventually my owner. Mistress then instructed me to lie down and be strapped onto a box where she decided I needed a caning. By this point I was putty in her hands and after she finished giving me twenty painful strokes with the cane, she hinted that she would have liked to have given me another six for good measure. It is a true testament to her power of control and skill in domination that I managed to pluck up the courage to volunteer my arse for more punishment by asking with a “please Mistress” for the six extra strokes that she was keen to deliver.
So with a sore arse I was ordered to crawl over to a pre-designated section of the floor and lie on my back. I had half expected this humiliation as during our discussion prior to the commencement of the session we had discussed golden showers. But when Mistress slipped off her panties and dangled them in front of my nose to eagerly sniff I was enraptured beyond belief! I later dreamed that night that I was destined to be sniffing and worshipping Mistress Helena’s worn pants forevermore….what a dream that was but that is a whole new story. Mistress then skilfully entered my mind and made me beg for her golden champagne and how I begged to drink it all, I hardly spilled a drop and eagerly swallowed the warm golden nectar whilst Mistress occasionally added her spit into the mix for good measure. Now this is an activity that I have tried a few times before and whilst I have always loved the experience I can never say that I have enjoyed the taste however at times during drinking Mistress Helena’s golden champagne, I actually enjoyed the taste. It could be that this was a defining moment in my relationship with BDSM, the moment that human waste no longer tasted like human waste but like a delicious and exotic fruit juice. The experience of the constantly changing taste in my mouth from bitter to sweet was one that I will never forget. Mistress then laughed and smiled as she ordered me to wank myself to ejaculation whilst lying there soaking wet from her delicious golden champagne.
After showering and upon immediately re-emerging back into the dull streets that constitutes the grey reality of ‘normal’ life I could not think of anything other than seeing this most hypnotic and beautiful of Mistresses again. Contemplating the session that I had just been lucky enough to experience I could not help but think of her golden champagne that was being digested in my body and it was this thought that gave me a truly satisfying smile during my journey home.
Anyone who visits this Mistress is in for a truly special experience and one that they will never forget. Thank you so very much Mistress Helena for an experience that I will always cherish. I await my next visit to this fine Dominatrix.