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.



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.


• 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.


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


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

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


• 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.


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

• Corporal Punishment For particularly naughty boys.


• 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.


• 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.


• 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.


• 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


• 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.


• 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.


• 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.


• 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.


• 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.


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


• 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.




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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…