I was enjoying a night off from pervery this weekend at a music event. As usual wearing impractically high heels and had sought sojourn backstage. Perched atop the arm of a sofa I chatted to some of the musicians whilst a young boy massaged my feet.
I should elaborate here that the event featured several loud, rock/punk bands, all of whom were crammed into one dressing room. I was also on the team for the event so don't go assuming I'm a groupie who clutters up the precious backstage resources, it was my dressing room too!
Anyway, as I chatted to a large, muscled and tattooed, mature punk singer I was approached by a sweet young boy who offered to rub my feet. This was backstage at a non-kink event, in a testosterone filled dressing room. I was not attending as "Madam Brodie" and in fact keep my ProDomme persona entirely separate. Yet somehow he knew. All my life submissive men have found me, they know, I know, we can sense each other.
He was only a slip of a lad, early 20s I'd say, slim with long hair and clever hands. As he sat on the floor at my feet, lavishing them with attention and soothing my aching arches, I was impressed by his dedication to his passion. At a kink event no one would think twice about such a scenario but here he was eagerly serving a stranger in a very macho environment. That made quite an impact on me.
It gave me a little thrill to know what he didn't, that usually one would have to pay good money for the privilege of rubbing Madam's feet.
"Aren't you a good boy?" said I.
Looking up at me with big eyes and earnest expression he mouthed the words "Thank you".
I went back to chatting and drinking with my previous companions whilst the boy busied himself with my tootsies. Every now and then I would look down and catch his eye and every time he would mouth his thanks. He was so grateful, it melted a little part of my cold dead heart ;) How joyous for someone to utterly know their place and to facilitate a chance for them to occupy it.
The footrub was good, so I thanked him and went upon my merry way, in all likelihood never to meet again.
They always find me and it brightens my day.
Another Mistress Review, this time from the most ticklish guy ever. His body went into a shock/stress reaction when tickled, his throat would swell up and he would struggle to breathe, like anaphylaxis. I could have literally tickled him to death! So if his review sounds like it's obsessed with safety protocols, there's a good reason why. Tickle-torture as edge-play.
Tuesday, 04 October 2016 20:05
After more than twenty years as a lifestyle Top, Mistress and Domme as "me", I decided to take on a new Mistress name for professional sessions.
The inspiration for my name is from the book, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark (played by Maggie Smith in the film adaptation and Geraldine McEwan in the TV series). Although Miss Brodie is a very flawed character her name resonates strongly in our culture. Even those who have never seen nor read the story conjure up images of a strict Scottish disciplinarian at the mention of her name.
My love for domestic and scholastic discipline drew me to a name that would inspire an old-fashioned governess image. Miss Jean Brodie was charismatic, beautiful, intelligent, strict, witty and domineering. She fancied herself as nurturing but was often manipulative and cruel. She was also Scottish and in the prime of her life :)
However, the similarities run only so deep, I am no carbon copy and I did not wish to call myself merely Miss Brodie or even Mistress Brodie. I prefer the maturity of "Madam" for my personality and I like the sound of Madam, or Ma'am when it stammers from a subs lips. The deviation from the default of "Mistress" also serves to check who is really paying attention. Keep your wits about you!
A couple of days ago I had a wonderful session with a Swedish soapboy I've been talking to for over a year. Finally we managed to schedule an appointment. It was a beautiful afternoon that deserves its own blog but for now here is the lovely review he left for me...
"I've an odd fetish for mouthsoaping, soap play, soap bars, suds and forced washing combined with more common fetishes like spanking, humiliation, role play etc I've had around 30 sessions involving soap-play mostly in US whereit's more common in domestic discipline sessions. Its's hard to find a true, genuine dominant women in Europe into soap-play.
Until I run into Madame Brodie and saw her web site where she announce she realy like mouthsoaping. From our first email Contact I felt she is the Lady and made the trip from Sweden to see her in London for a 2 h Governess/boy session.
It was Amazing, mind blowing! Ma'am Brodie is so friendly, understanding, she listen and really want to know about your fantasies, boundaries and how to push your limits. She is fun, we had such a good laugh and smiled during our session. It was Deep Connection that we both had fun and enjoyed the ride.
To me the ordinary mouthsoaping: a dry bar in mouth for a few minutes is pritty boring. And Ma'am Brodie understood my fetish for creamy, soapy suds all over my face and mouth applied with her Beautiful, feminine soft hands. It was extremley intimate and exciting.
I'm so satisfied and happy that I've found a dominant woman in Europe who really enjoy soap-play and you can feel it's for real. Not just a service.
I can't wait to see her again and feel the creamy lather over my face and in my mouth and see her Beautiful, friendly, sadistic and warm smile when she apply the suds.
I've strated to plan my next trip to my soap-queen." - Swedish-soapboy
Darlings, I am headed back north of the border in October for various affairs but I have made time in my diary for one day of sessions. I will be hosted by the fabulous Abstrakt Me Studios, close to Central Station. Email me with booking requests.
Sessions available between 10am and 6pm, Monday 17th October ONLY.
What a good boy! A lovely review from my cute cocksucker. I wish he lived in Brighton too. XXX
"'Miss' Brodie- as she prefers to be called- is simply amazing. I have had 4 sessions with her to date and and have left with a gormless smile on my face each time. She made a huge effort to cater for my particular tastes and provided an incredible experience.Miss pushed me further than i thought i could go but still well within agreed and psychological limits. The Brighton Dungeon is awesome and well equipped and Miss shows you all the dungeon has to offer.I only wish I loved in Brighton so I could see Miss Brodie more often and be transformed by her into the the type of Submissive i want to be.Highly Recommend seeing this beautiful Scottish Rose. But be Respectful!!"
Little mouse wrote a charming review of his time with me, on Mistress Review.
"It is now two weeks since my first visit to Madam Brodie, after much initial discussion.As a xenophobic English man I was suitably humbled to be in the power of such a glorious flower of Scotland. Madam had a look of pure evil in her eye as she exploited me mercilessly. Oh, for more!There are many aspects of fetish, and Madam Brodie caters for me very precisely - She can no doubt do the same for you. As for me, I am looking forward to my next medical and trial for enrolment in the Brodie Academy!" - mouse
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Good mouse x
http://mistressreview.com/Mistress-Reviews/Madam-Br… #sadistic #submission
Tempestuous Scottish redhead, sadistic fetishist and enthusiastic pervert, currently based in Brighton. I am visiting the homeland and for the first time I have made myself available for session bookings whilst there, for one day only, 5th May 2016. Submissives, masochists and kinksters of all experience levels may apply for sensual and torturous play, merciless slap and tickle or a damn good thrashing.
I am an educated, wickedly playful Mistress, specialising in Traditional Correction, Spanking, CP, Fetishism, Foot and Boot Worship, Strap-on play, Fisting, Trampling, Domestic Discipline and cruel, relentless TICKLE TORTURE! I am a keen enthusiast of many other kinks, all detailed within my site.
Apply now or regret it later.
I'm at home, just about to start making dinner when I get a last minute enquiry. It turns out that the only time I can squeeze him into the dungeon is in thirty minutes time. The dungeon is a 10 minute walk away, I am in my lounging clothes, my hair is a mess and I'm wearing no makeup (day off). Besides, I don't do last minute appointments. Still, I talk to him on the phone and he seems super nice. What the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I decide I like the cut of his jib and instruct him as to the appointed time and place.
Usually I like to allow ample time for frou-frou-ing, the ritualistic makeup application and the lazy coiffeur. I like to try on a couple of outfits to see what feels good on that day.
I slap makeup on my face as fast as possible, tame the barnet as best I can and grab the first outfit that comes to hand. I also stuff another outfit in a bag just in case, along with 4 pairs of shoes because... because shoes!
He's waiting for me when I arrive. I bluster in with a big smile, I know he's nervous. "Look how excited I am to see you, I'm positively out of breath darling, I just couldn't wait to get my hands on you". He's slim, tall, late 20's and easy on the eye.
We chit-chat as I change out of my sexy Doc Martins into some nice sequinned peep-toe heels. He is indeed a little nervous but soon we have him naked in the dungeon and strapped down nice and snug to the spanking bench... which is too small for his incredibly long legs. He takes a good spanking well. Everything is new to him and he seems to like it all. I blitz him round the dungeon in a "taster buffet" of kink, omitting the heavy dishes that require an acquired taste. We chat and and laugh the whole time. He moans dreamily, and grunts and quivers at all the right times.
It's going well and we've still got ages to go.
He'd expressed some interest in Anal Play so I get him up on the sling and make a big show of putting on my latex gloves, making suggestive, playful comments. Slowly, slowly, lots of lube later I'm stroking his prostate and he's moaning softly.
"How are your legs doing? Are you OK with them spread so wide?"
"And your hands? Do they feel OK in those restraints?"
"yeah... they're.. fine"
"you're not really thinking about your hands and feet are you?"
"what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about how pretty you are... and how good that feels"
Top of the class.
All the stress of rushing to get there just melted away. That was the perfect answer. We still had half the session to go and what fun we had. I like to have at least a day to prepare for a session, some are markedly more involved than others, but over coffee afterwards he told me he couldn't imagine how it could have gone better. I had to agree :)
Wednesday, 13 January 2016 22:24
I haven't sessioned in London for quite some time so have booked myself in for a day of tormenting and abusing lucky applicants at Murder Mile Studios in East London on Saturday 30th January.
It's such a wonderful space, I really enjoy striding around and playing with all the wonderful toys there. The possibilities are as endless as my mind is devious. If you'd like to come and play with me, send me an email. Booking procedures and requirements are all detailed online along with my direct email address.
Slots are filling up fast (doesn't that sound nice?) but there's still a few available. If I have fun, I might even come back sooner ;)
Cheeribye for now xx