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10Sep 2017

Sissy wearing nylons

 

Always one to think of recycling and doing my bit for the environment I’ve have the perfect use for my used nylons.  They make perfect restraints in a little bit of nylon bondage.  You know who much I just adore having you bound and vulnerable at my feet!

Gorgeously modeled by Slave Boy who ever so eagerly, for the first time ever, slipped into pretty knickers, suspender belt with beautiful fully fashioned stockings (FFS) and heels.  Nothing like baptism by fire, why stop at wearing nylons lets go the whole hog.

Ahh doesn’t she look cute?

My box of used nylons is filling up and my draw of new FFS is emptying [hint].  Maybe you will be the next one to test the suitability of nylons as restraints – be assured you won’t escape them.

Ms Birch x

 

26Jul 2017

Changes are afoot!

Dull, dull, dull I need a change.

Over the next month I’m going to be setting a mission for my webmaster to redesign my website.  I simply need something that is more fitting to what I’m about now.

Just to clarify what to expect

If you are looking to session with a screaming banshee you best move on that’s not my style.  However, if you think you can cope with subtle manipulation tormenting and encouraging you to surpass your own expectations then you should contact me to arrange a session.

I’m happy to torment professional gentlemen and couples from beginners to experienced subs.  Everyone needs a release from time to time with the daily pressures of the business environment taking its toll where you just yearn for the pleasure acquired from relinquishing power and accepting your torment.

I operate in a safe and discreet location, a select residential area with parking.  You will be toyed with in a domestic environment but with the advantage of having my well-equipped Chambers available for our use.

What more could you wish for?

I’m a very busy lady and have other business interests so when you telephone me be prepared to leave a clear and concise message stating the date and time would like a session along with the duration and an “safe” time slot to call you back, obviously the longer and more realistic the time slot the more likely you are to get a call back.  Those of you that call and call and call will simply be ignored as will calls at anti-social times.

Ms Birch x

27Mar 2017

Maid in Training

 

I’ve never been a lover of 30 minute sessions but how things have changed.

My view was that they are rushed and that there is no time to connect and build on experiences within the session.

I’ve now had a total turn around and am appreciating the 30 minute packed session.

Why packed?

Packed because they are fast moving and adrenaline packed.  A very different dynamic to the longer sessions which give the perfect opportunity to experiences lots of different areas and build trust while stretching those boundaries which you know I simply adore doing.

The 30 minute packed sessions are perfect to experience one element such as forced foot worship or perhaps cock and ball torture (CBT) is your thing or perhaps a packed 30 minutes of corporal punishment (CP).

So the upshot is that I am now offering a wider range of 30 minute sessions.

Simply ring to arrange to see what you can take.

Ms Birch x

07Mar 2017

Visit Ms Birch in the Tea Room

 

You are invited to join me for an open and relaxed chat while enjoying a cup of tea in my Tea Room.

The Tea Room is perfect for those of you that are new to the scene and maybe too nervous to dip your toe into the pool of kink and fetish or maybe you are not sure in what direction to go or perhaps inquisitive as to what is available in a professional domination session.

In the Tea Room you are able to ask those burning questions, discuss where your interests lie and what you are looking to achieve and how a session may help you in an open and non-judgemental environment. You will soon relax in the comfortable lounge and may even like to have a peek at my Chambers before deciding if you are ready to take the plunge into a “real” session.  If you wish to arrange a session designed to meet your needs we can match diaries to arrange or you may simply go away and ponder on our chat and ring my booking line when you are ready.

For the more experienced kinkster The Tea Room is also an ideal venue for you to discuss a more complicated scenario or new areas you wish to explore.  Sometimes you may just want to discuss how you feel that’s ok too.

If a chat with me in The Tea Room appeals to you simply call the booking line stating you would like to visit the Tea Room.  Ensure you know what date and time you want to visit before calling, just in case you are a chancer please note pretending you want a booking does not give you a free Tea Room chat over the phone.

On occasion it may be possible for a maid to be available to serve our beverage however, during our chat you will be assured total privacy.  You will need to be flexible on times if you wish my maid to be present to arrange around life commitments.

Please note my usual fees apply to attend the Tea Room and I will be dressed in a professional and comfortable style.

I look forward to chatting with you soon.

Ms Birch x

03Jan 2017
Butt Candle Holder

Butt Candle Holder

We’ve all been there haven’t we?

Lovely quiet evening and all that is missing is a few candles with those delicate flames flickering in the draft.  So what do you do when you just can’t find those candle holders.

Never one to be beaten by such a little detail all you need to solve this problem is a willing slave, lots of coloured candles, pouring wax and voila a bespoke candle holder.  See above for one I made earlier.

Candle holders need only apply using my booking line number.  I wonder what artistic wax pictures I will select for you?

Ms Birch x

03Nov 2016

Ms Birch is a wonderful Domme. I feel so lucky to have met a lady who can make me quiver with just a look. She keeps me in that delicate subspace between pleasure and pain, toying with my senses and making me feel truly vulnerable and submissive. Of course she has a wonderful array of toys, instruments of torment and fun and a whole lot more, but ultimately it is that connection that I find so intoxicating.

Your devoted girl xxx

18Jun 2016

It would appear that the first chapter of my story of the “Perfect Husband” has caused a bit of a stir for some of you.

So to those of you that are getting carried away and seeing yourselves as Lord R I would suggest you read the following response that may for some seem harsh but I’m sick of repeating myself so her goes with my standard response tweaked for the latest silly request:

 

Oh dear [insert your name here] a reality check really is needed.

Wow you do have a talent for saying in 100 words that could be said in 2.

Yes you have massively jumped the gun!  You want to be my “friend”.  Surely you must realise that those sorts of relationships build over time and needs a “connection” and a lot of trust and simply cannot be forced.  To go in with the proviso that this would happen tells me you are just looking for freebie sessions/contact and a total fantasist.

Would you go to a publican and tell him you will only drink in his establishment if he can guarantee some of the other patrons will definitely become your good friends?  I didn’t think so!

You have built a fantasy of being connected to a femdom and are looking to force that into a professional dom’s session – it is very naive of you and it won’t EVER happen and you will wonder through life looking for the unattainable while missing out on wonderful experiences that are real and worthwhile but do not fit within your “perfect” scenario.  I’ve seen it plenty of times and I find it extremely sad that subs get so blinkered searching for the fantasy that they forget to live and experience growing and developing who they are.

Really doms just fall in love with you and want a relationship?  Perhaps that could be your interpretation, my experience is that subs build up a parallel reality and believe there is much more in the scenario than there actually is which does seem the case here.

I would strongly recommend you ditch the unrealistic expectations otherwise you heading for a discontented future – start to enjoy what is attainable/available and stop day dreaming.

Ms Birch

12Jun 2016

The Perfect Husband Chptr One Lord R Cock Caning

There was a buzz in the air, the chatter and laughter echoed trapped under the high ceilings of the ancient hall. The well heeled dazzled in their refinery. Lady Amelia stood out in the throng the jewels she wore sparkled brilliantly in the light that reflected from the centuries old chandeliers. She wore a simple long satin gown skimming her beautiful curves suggesting the warmth and passion beneath masking the darkness that welled within her. If you were to look carefully you could see the Lord of the Manor watching her tentatively has she mingled with the guests. All gravitated to her, laughing at her wit and hanging off her every word. The perfect hostess in every respect.

As Lady Amelia glanced across those mingling, chatting happily while clutching their champagne flutes she spied him in a small group. She had sensed the intense need in him the moment they had met, he was rather like an over excited puppy eager to please his new Mistress. She had allowed him to woo her while gently teaching him to accept his place in her world which he eagerly did.

On the surface Lord Richard cut a debonair figure, he stood above the crowd standing over 6 foot with broad shoulders from years of physical training that began in his military days. Age had enhanced his stature giving him a brilliant shock of white hair that had transformed him from his drab, dark, insignificant, dowdy, younger years. The projection belied his failings to rise through the ranks beyond the position he attained by his skills of manipulation and dishonesty lying his way to the top. The disappointment of a senior rank that could have been so much more was something his late mother relished reminding him of.

Of course he came from good stock but due to the follies of his wayward ancestors he had been forced to find a wealthy wife in the form of Lady Mary who was recently deceased. She was a petite shrew like creature for whom the decades had not been kind causing her frame to bend and skew. To those looking on it was clear that she had ruled the roost but sadly he had no realisation of this. He behaved as a little boy referring to his mama might.

He had chosen Lady Mary to fulfill his perceived need to have a suitable wife and create heirs to enhance his career prospects. As she was from the right background with the sense and knowledge to undertake the role that was expected of her.  More importantly she provided the trust funds required to sustain the family residence therefore she became a suitable match despite her advanced years over the Lord.

Society had noted that Lady Mary was barely cold when she was replaced by Lady Amelia who the Lord had pursued with a relentless gusto.

Those standing close to the Lord right now might hear a gentle tinkle, tinkle, tinkle that came from the bell that Lady Amelia had attached extremely tightly, almost cutting off the blood supply, to his scrotum. He was grateful for any attention Amelia would give him and now that they were 3 months into their marriage he was in no doubt that she despised him and all he stood for. She savoured tormenting him and breaking his spirit to ensure his lifelong servitude.

He now submitted without question and would happily lay at the foot of her bed when he was allowed chained in any contorted shape that amused his wife leaving him numb with pain. The alternative was to be banished to a cold, bare, dank, dreary room on the top floor which previously would have been the servants quarters with more of a semblance to a convent cell than a boudoir suited to a titled Lord.

Richard was content in his belief that the cruelty she displayed to him was out of love and a need to care for him and he of course would do whatever was necessary to be in the presence of his Goddess whom he had pursued relentlessly as Lady Mary headed for her dotage. He knew once she passed and he inherited her vast fortune he would need a wife he could worship.

As the evening drew to a close the Lord made his way to Amelia’s boudoir and knelt obediently at her door. Eventually after what seemed like an age his legs were numb. He became anxious that his Mistress may have forgotten about him and tentatively knocked on the door. He knew she was in the room as he could her voices, her sexy northern tones but there was another voice, maybe a servant was preparing the room.

The door swung open and she stood dressed in a silk robe that he had recently gifted her. It wasn’t quite fastened allowing him to glimpse her beautiful black lingerie and fully fashioned stockings that were offset by her elegant stiletto shoes. The air around him froze as he realised he had over stepped the mark with his impatience. He quickly lowered his eyes immediately shamed by his fool hardy actions.

Lady Amelia reached toward him and gently caressed his ear sending shivers through his body before clamping it sharply between her forefinger and thumb causing him to gasp for air. She ordered him to stand which he struggled to do as the blood had stopped flowing and as he attempted to rise stumbled as the numbness was replaced by pain quickly followed by pins and needles. There was no time to massage his limbs as he was quickly marched in a bumbling fashion still in a crouched position as she had not let go of his ear, to the foot of his beloved’s bed.

His heart was racing and he couldn’t help himself as he was aroused at the touch of Amelia. She released his ear and forced him to bend over the foot of the bed. She adeptly lowered down his trousers and underwear revealing his lily white buttocks. By now he was oozing pre-cum as he was more than aware how erotic she found thrashing him with a cane and knew she enjoyed to be pleasured after he was punished.

A gentle caressing of his buttocks was followed by the whoosh of the cane with the sharp crack as the bamboo connected with his white flesh leaving it’s angry mark in it’s wake. This continued for an age, he began to shake unable to control himself. He could feel the warmth of the thrashing tearing through his flesh the incredible pain was eventually replaced by a nothingness but he knew from experience that wouldn’t last for long. Once the adrenaline rush had begun to subside he would feel the glorious after burn of his punishment.

This wasn’t the end of his punishment tonight – next she instructed him to place his swelling penis on the old wooden table and at first the cane tapped it in a slow rhythmic manner. The beat increased until there was barely a gap between each connection of the cane to his skin. He couldn’t refrain from screaming out at those glorious sensations muttering incoherently in his ecstasy “thank you Ma’am thank you”. He was drenched in perspiration while his whole body glowed with pleasure.

Suddenly Amelia stopped thrashing him and swiftly fitted a leather collar to his neck. A look of confusion came across the his face to be greeted by a laugh from Amelia. He wasn’t going to be allowed to pleasure her today she had another ready for that.

The Lord was manhandled into the low level cage at the end of Amelia’s bed so he couldn’t see his Mistress but he could hear and feel the movement on the bed.

She leant down and whispered in his ear that “tonight she was going to be pleasured by a real man” and to “listen carefully to what he did for her”.

The Lord could hear as Amelia opened the en-suite door and pulled her lover onto her bed encouraging him to devour her then came the erotic sounds of an intense joining of two people desperate for each other.

Lord Richard could be heard to whimper as tears ran down his face shamed at his inadequacies.

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24Apr 2016

Tut tut it would appear my videoman is attempting to screw me over, mad fool.

The sad little worm has a lot to learn about me.

Those of you that know me will know I don’t let such things go and I will pursue you to the corners of the Earth, with my last dying breath, if necessary until the wrong has been righted!

I have kept my side of our contract and sadly he is well an arse and thinks he can dictate to me what happens to the few draft videos that have been supplied and the rest of the raw footage.  Dream on hun that isn’t happening.

So the long awaited videos are supposedly no more…

The claim is that his flaky partner has deleted them – lady for a supposedly professional person that is truly unprofessional and you should know better!  If this ridiculous excuse is to be believed reimbursement/compensation and a full legal disclaimer IS required.

With that in mind I will just point out some basics especially for the culprits…

You received payment…

You provide the goods…

OR your provide reimbursement/compensation…

Simple isn’t it?

So simple even an idiot can understand so you have no excuse.

Going AWOL and today a feeble email ignoring my responses thinking that is the end of it is simply not good enough and most certainly NOT THE END OF THE MATTER.

I expect to receive confirmation that you have seen the error of your ways and I am going to be reimbursed.  I will happily come over to your workplace to collect the payment and disclaimer at a mutually convenient time.  Don’t think about trying anything on I will have a witness with me to make sure you don’t.

Signed off by a rather peeved Ms Birch who is not the mug you seem to think I am – a contract is a contract hunni bun.

PS. Any local ladies who want more details so you can avoid having your time wasted too just drop me an email.

24Jan 2016
Stop wriggling

Stop wriggling

You know you want to but you are apprehensive and the nerves are getting the better of you…

I can sense your anxieties as you step through the door and follow me along the hallway.  Of course I know you are nervous and your heart is pounding, your eyes dart all around but in your panic you are not seeing anything – not sure why you are here, what possessed you to pick up the phone and book?

Fast forward to feeling those restraints tied around your shaking wrists and your arms are pulled up high above you…

The ankle restraints are fastened securely in place and the spreader bar deftly clipped into place forcing your legs wide apart, balance isn’t a skill you now possess…

You feel the release as you submit, you have to submit to me, your vulnerability reassuringly washing over you, you are mine, you were mine the minute you stepped through that doorway you just didn’t know it.

I sense your hopelessness and I’m not happy you are so wrapped up in your own emotions that you are not taking the appropriate care to admire me.  I step close into your space, your weight being held from the wrist restraints hanging there pathetically making no effort head lolling.  Hound dog comes to mind and that will not do…

I cup your face with my hands and raise your head to look directly into my eyes and whisper…

You feel a lurch in your stomach and that burning sensation of fear that is now running through your veins.  Your already erect penis suffers a strong uncontrollable twitch causing it to brush against my clothing hard enough that I notice.  You know instinctively that is not good and you must try and control yourself better.  Your whole body stiffens not sure what will follow your heart is beating so fast you can hear your it, why oh why are you here?  As you start to take notice of my voice and start to focus on the words and gaze into my dark eyes you start to feel a wave of release and your body relaxes ready…

So many sensations of the mind and body in such a short space of time surely you are privileged to have the ability to suffer this experience…

Ms Birch x