IF WALLS COULD TALK

The room is filled with boxes, children’s toys, an old chest of drawers and other pieces of furniture. It was a SM-room once, equipped with hundreds of whips, canes & chains, a torture rack, a┬áspanking horse, the St. Andrew’s cross, several cages and much more. The iron rings in the wall are still there to tell the tale. A tale of male slavery, pain, suffering, humiliation and adoration. Her worshippers came from far and wide: not only from London, but from all over Britain, mainland Europe and even a few from America. They travelled all the way to serve and worship Her in this very same room. Some were just passing through, never to be heard of again. Others came back over and over again and some of them became Her property. God, She loved to dominate men! They would fall at Her feet, so weak, so helpless, and they would obey Her blindly. Who wouldn’t want to be worshipped like that! So many years ago, it feels like it has been someone else’s life. Yes, once upon a time She was a Mistress of many, now She’s a mother of three.

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