Manchester Mistress Natasha’s Divine Essentials

Want to know how to warm a cold heart?

Read on.

We all like gifts, and a very good gift can soften the coldest of hearts.


Their are some simple ways to win over my affections. Servitude and tributing is one thing, a fundamental duty, but lavishing me with gifts can also lead to the desired effect – as long as the gift measures up of course.


I wouldn’t be so mean as to keep you guessing which type gift to purchase me – so I’ve made you a list.


Feel free to use your imagination.


Manchester Mistress Natasha’s Divine Essentials 


Once you’ve found and purchased a suitable item, I will send you the delivery address. 


Manchester Mistress Natasha Poole

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A Forced Shutdown – Sensory Deprivation

The quieter you become, the more you can hear…

 

I’m not sure I can explain just how much I adore having a restrained, immobile, helpless body at my feet….but I’ll try.

 It’s well known that sensory deprivation has been used as a method of torture by the military for a long time. Long-term sensory deprivation is known to cause physical and mental exhaustion, anxiety, depression and even hallucinations.

However, (bear with me) and this is the crux of the matter, short-term sessions of sensory deprivation are incredibly beneficial, relaxing and similar to meditation. It can have the same effect on the brain as some anti-anxiety drugs; I am aware that this sounds like a sadist trying to convince a submissive to hand themselves over to my latex-gloved hands, but nothing says ‘mutually beneficial’ like a thorough SD session.  

Give yourself freely to me. Allow me to remove you from all external stimuli. Allow your mind to slow down, be free from distraction, become untethered to your body, and enter sub space* (of which more later). Experience a purer sense of being. Dormant creativity can be reignited. Stagnant areas of your brain will be kick started into action.

There are different modus operandi I like to employ. I may place subs in a leather body bag, complete with a hood of my choice (with breath restricting capability if I feel that is necessary). I may choose to play music; I may not. I may leave the sub immobile for an unspecified period of time. (Being ignored is a gift that only the finest Dommes can bestow correctly).

Sometimes mummification may be required, which renders even the most fidgety sub completely prone. I love to use cling film. Very satisfying. I decide which body parts are left unwrapped for me to torment.

Occasionally I will suspend the sub, after firmly securing the leather straps. A hood will be worn.

You may of course be strapped to the rotating St Andrew’s cross (few things give me more pleasure in life than seeing an inverted, naked sub).
*Sub space occurs when a slave has completely given control to me. I have broken them down as much as I want to. They do not exist as anything other than in relation to me. The real world ceases to matter or even exist as a tangible entity. Sub space is an intense place to be, and can take some time to come out of after a session. You may feel light-headed and disorientated. You may be lucky enough to find yourself there if you’re brave enough to enter my chamber.

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Ballbusting & Ballboxing

It is true, Ballbusting is one my favourite and most sadistic pastimes.

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Quite frankly, not many of you have the ‘cajunas’ to endure my expectations. Disappointing. Those of you that think otherwise, step forward – I will destroy you. I have a range and selection of suitable leather boots for every occasion.



In terms of Ballboxing, 15 rounds,  Queensbury rules and you’re in big trouble. To use your testicles as a punch bag is very amusing. I always ask for 3 x 3 minute rounds. Very few have lasted – a first round stoppage is usually the outcome. I’m now at a very healthy 32-0.

I’m happy to have your ordeal filmed, edited and delivered. Happy busting.

Manchester Mistress Natasha Poole

Speed Caning! 

Are the demands of modern living weighing heavily on you? Are you pushed for time? Do you feel that life is slipping by in a blur of meetings, deadlines and reports? Do you need some stress relief?

Mistress Natasha Poole is here to help.

Before you hurry home to face your familial responsibilities, why not pop into my bespoke chambers for a Post Work Speed Corporal Punishment Session. 30 minutes of blissful caning, spanking, whipping or flogging (or a combination of all!).

The throb from your stinging buttocks will provide the reminder you need that life shouldn’t be all work-work-work.

Email mistressnatashapoole@yahoo.com or telephone 07379378685 to make a booking.

 

 

My Rules

Note the following rules:

• Address me as Mistress AT ALL TIMES.

• Be on time. You will lose time from your session if you turn up late, but still be liable for the full tribute.

• Be polite and respectful. Manners maketh the man!

• A gift is not essential, but will always ingratiate you with me. I love nice red wine, a decent bourbon, new stockings or lingerie (I’m a 34C, size 12).

• Turn up clean and well presented. If you are arriving straight from work, you may use the shower upon arrival.

• Tell me if you can be marked or not.

• Communication is essential before, during and after a scene.

• If a safeword is needed, it will always be LOBSTER. Don’t ask me why. It just is.

• I love to role play. Tell me your ideas and I’ll decide if they are worth pursuing.

• I ask a lot of questions. The more I know about your history and proclivities the more rewarding the session will be for all concerned.

• Respect my privacy, as I will yours.

Manchester Mistress Natasha’s A-Z

Mistress Natasha’s A to Z of Demonic Debauchery
• Anal Training Butt plugs. Strap on. If you can imagine it, it’s probably going in your ass. Let’s see what you can handle.

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• Ball Busting One of my all-time favourite pastimes. Can you handle it though? Beginning with some patting, graduating to smacking, and culminating in full punches or a well-placed knee or shoe.

• Boxing session I like to punch, especially when I’m wearing my Lonsdales. Brace yourself.

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• Bondage St Andrew’s cross or suspension suit – I have a variety of ways to restrain you.

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• Breath play I have a variety of tools to starve you of oxygen.

• Caged You’ll become my pet, occasionally released for my amusement.

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• CBT (cock and ball torture) Doing evil things to your precious family jewels.

• Chasity key holding Bring your own cock cage and I will lock you in and keep the key.

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• Cling film body wrapping for when I want you totally immobile.

• Corporal Punishment For particularly naughty boys.

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• Domestic Servitude Hugely popular. I always have domestic work for slaves to do. Note: you will actually need to be pretty adept with a Dyson. I do NOT tolerate lazy maids.

• Extended or overnight sessions I can cage you for a whole night, by prior arrangement.

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• Face Sitting If I like your face/if I don’t like your face, I might sit on it. The most blissful way to suffocate.

• Face Slapping Intense. You will know I mean business if it gets to this stage.

• Feet I have two. If I feel like it, you may be required to give them a massage. Or a pedicure.

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• Human Furniture I always need somewhere to put my feet up after a long session. And I never can seem to find an ashtray (see *smoking).

• Latex I love to wear it. I also have a penchant for corsets. And thigh high boots. Yes, I know it’s all a tad clichéd, but I don’t care.

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• Medical Sessions The nurse will see you now. A thorough check-up awaits you in my purpose built doctor’s surgery.

• Milking I have machines to milk you automatically and drain you completely

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• Music I have excellent taste in music and I prefer to work to a soundtrack. We can discuss your musical preferences, but if they suck, I’m not using your playlist!

• Nipples Purely existing for me to pinch, clamp, bite and twist.

• Orgasm Denial/Ruining Very mean/very funny.

• OTK Spanking I’m not sure how I can describe in words exactly how much I enjoy this.

• Pain You may know your pain threshold, you may not. One thing is for certain, by the end of the session we will both know how far you can go.

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• POT (post orgasm torture) Painful. Apparently.

• Prohibited Do not ask me for sex – that is not going to happen. Also I will not partake in scat play.

• Puppy Training What a good boy! Fetch! Etc ad infinitum. By arrangement, so you can bring some dog food.

– Queening. For my most loyal subs.

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• Rack I have a rack, which you can be strapped into and stretched. Medieval torture fun!

• Schoolboy/girl Have you been very naughty? As your teacher, I will need to put you in detention (after you’ve dressed the part in school uniform). Bring me my cane.

• Sensory Deprivation including a latex body bag, which means you can’t see, hear, taste, smell or determine your own fate.

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• Shibari trussed up like the last chicken in the shop.

• Sissification Who doesn’t love a makeover? I have a wide array of fabulous frou-frou designs, plus shoes in your size and a selection of flimsy lingerie and stockings. Wigs complete the look. Once suitably attired, I will begin your sissy training.

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• Smoking All the cool girls smoke. Smoking fetishists are some of my favourite people.

• Spitting Your mother told you not to spit; I don’t care what your mother said. You may be lucky enough for me to spit into your worthless mouth.

• Tell Me Your darkest desires. I am not easily shocked.

• Tickling Torture Too much fun! I love to tickle a tied up sub.

• Trampling. See *boots. I like to wear stilettos because I like to leave my mark.

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• Watersports. I may require you to wear a funnel hood if I’m feeling particularly mean.

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• Wax Hot wax will be applied wherever I feel like dripping it. A delicious sensation.

• Worship Me Or my boots, feet, ass, legs, in fact anything I decide needs some praise for being generally phenomenal. Stocking and hosiery worshipping is a favourite.

– Zapped. I can electrify your extremities.

 

 

Serve

I am an experienced, mature, educated and cultured, naturally red-headed, Manchester Mistress looking for loyal submissives and slaves.

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I operate out of a fully equipped dungeon in Manchester. All potential scenes are to be discussed beforehand and soft/hard limits. Safewords will be discussed.

As a pro domme, a financial tribute is a requirement of servitude.

Serious offers only considered. Timewasters will be despatched promptly.

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Housework

I decided that he needed some training. A compulsive masturbator, he was too keen to cum and very orgasm-fixated. All in all, not a very satisfactory state of affairs. He needed to know that he was mine.
I arrived at his house wearing a trench coat, stockings and stilettos. A little cliched perhaps. But guaranteed to send all men into a priapic frenzy.
I let myself in. As agreed, he was kneeling, naked by the door, his erection already ridiculously hard.

I slipped off my coat and made him look at me in all my fucking naked Mistress glory. I wanted to torment him with my ass, tits (nipples hard from travelling in just a coat…) and my cunt (which let me down by inevitably being wet – my mind is strong but my body is sometimes weak – the curse of an out-of-control sex drive).

I put his hood on and made him lie face down (I didn’t need to see that pathetic cock)
He made no sound while I walked up and down his back. He uttered not even the tiniest squeak when I turned him over and crushed his cock (looking swollen and painful and desperate) with my heel.
The only sound he emitted was a sort of strangled cry when I dripped the hot wax onto his balls.

After making him clean up the mess he had made with wax (it gets everywhere) I sat him in a chair with his hands tied behind his back.
I brushed the tip of his cock with my lips and gave it one, long, lingering, wet lick. 30 seconds with the Doxy (google it) and I had put him out of his misery. I’m not totally heartless. I just have a blackened heart.
I made him orgasm because I could, and to teach him that he belongs to Mistress Natasha. He had ceased to function as an individual. Free will (and all the autonomy, spontaneity and impulses that most people experience) was a distant memory for him.

I left him kneeling by the door, and as far as I know, he’s still there.

The Order Of Things

Don’t look at me.
Don’t you dare raise your pathetic head and look at me.
Look at the floor.
Don’t stop looking at the floor. If you stop looking at the floor I will fucking kick you. Hard. In the balls.
If I want you to raise your head I will tell you, you pathetic, worthless excuse of a man.
Do you understand?
Do you understand?!
Did I say you could speak?
Nod your fucking head you moron.
You need to learn your place in the order of things. And your place is beneath my feet. It is at the end of my whip. It is wherever I say it is.
Worm, I am going to make you wish you’d never set foot through my door….
Now bend the fuck over…