I am new to bondage but like most people familiar with rope bondage I am still shocked at recent news about someone being killed during a bondage session.   As I said, I am new to it, but the first thing I learned about bondage sessions and fetish games in general was safety rules to keep both myself and my play partners safe while having fun. 

I had my first bondage experience at the Boat Party in London in 2010.  I had seen shibari before several times and I had always been fascinated by it.  I had come to see Shibari as a type of art where the person doing the ropes is the artist creating a work of art, a form of life art which is changing all the time at each knot and with each pull of a rope.  

My biggest fascination with bondage is suspension bondage.  Like ballet dancing, I find it gracefully beautiful when performed, maybe because I know that the performers are in pain or discomfort but enjoy it and still willing to give themselves up for your pleasure.  I was so fascinated by rope bondage that as soon as I had the opportunity to be the “ballet dancer in ropes”, I took my chance and even though I am not into submission I agreed to let myself be tied up.  It wasn’t an easy thing to do; as soon as I felt the first rope tightening around my cuffs carefully placed on my back I felt helpless, when the ropes reached my breast I thought I was going to suffocate, even though the ropes were not tight around my chest.  The more the ropes constricted my movements the more helpless I felt.  At that moment I discovered –what I already knew- that as much as I liked it I was not into being restricted.  I trusted my Bondage Master, I knew I was safe and that I could end the restriction at any minute, but despite that I couldn’t enjoy being tied up.  

After my failed bondage experience I decided to try the other side and learn how to do it myself.  As with cracking the whip, Master Allan was the first to volunteer to show me the basics of rope bondage.  Equipped with a set of bondage ropes and a willing submissive boy, Allan started my education into rope bondage.  The first few knots were easy but then it became more complicated.  Trying to learn how to do rope bondage shows you how easy, intense or complicated it can be to play with ropes.  It also helps you to appreciate the work of those specialists in the art of Rope Bondage.  At first sight you think it is only finding a rope and tying someone up.  But that is not true, rope bondage is not only a game but also an art where the performer needs to know not only about his craft of creating and tying knots, but also needs to know at least the basics of anatomy to avoid hurting or permanently damaging his submissive.  As we have sadly heard on the news, not knowing the basics can end up in a tragedy.  Not being careful enough with the way you tie a rope or not listening to your sub’s needs and cry for help can have fatal consequences. 

A few safety tips I have learn with the art of Japanese rope Bondage are:

• Always finish bondage with a safety knot.
• Never tie a rope around the passive’s throat.
• Always have near you a pair of bondage scissors just in case you have an emergency and need to instantly release the passive.
• To avoid the danger of suffocation, always make sure that the passive can breathe easily at all times and never bind someone facing down onto a soft ground (cushion, pillow, soft mattress, etc) as they could easily suffocate without you noticing. 
• When tying someone up, make sure that you are not cutting off circulation or over-stretching any muscles.  Take special care around the areas where veins can be seen directly beneath the skin.  At the first sights of numbness or blue-colouring on the passive, release the pressure and massage the affected area until it comes back to normal. 
• Do not try suspension bondage, until you are sure of your skills and your body knowledge.  Suspension bondage requires special skills like knowing how to distribute the passive’s body weight and tension equally to avoid fractures or tears in bones and muscles.  To play safely you also need special equipment like “panic hooks” when trying suspension bondage. 

Remember that Rope Bondage should be fun.  Rope Bondage is not meant to hurt the passive permanently.  Keep your bondage play both fun and safe.

What’s interesting for fetish enthusiast in fashion this autumn?

The Military Cap

This hat is a fighter: it’s hard as nails in all senses of the word. Wrap yourself in an electric pink coat, topped off with a peaked cap and no one is going to mess with you. This is a hat with attitude!

Moschino's interpretation

Marc Jacobs, in arch provocateur mode, exploring and exploding the meaning of fetishes.

Disciplined is one word for this season’s LV collection; kink is another, but more on that in a minute. First, the silhouette: If the sculpted jackets, blouses that buttoned up the back, and below-the-knee pencil skirts were a few millimeters more forgiving, they were bisected by waist-defining belts in shiny cordovan. Pants had a jodhpur shape—the discipline of dressage. And puff-sleeved, Peter Pan-collared French maid uniforms came tricked out in plasticized lace or decorated with appliqués in the shape of platform pumps, masks, and handcuffs.

Fashion, discipline and kink by Marc Jacobs

As for the kink, where to start? There were rubber dominatrix boots (instant hits, those), see-through flasher macs, and let’s not forget the lace-ups that exposed a bare expanse of Kate Moss’ thighs below retro briefs.

In Japan even more strict

Lace, leather, whips and chains are the key elements of the hot and exciting Kelly Mittendorf Vogue Japan December 2011 photoshoot. Appropriately titled ‘A Fashionable Fetish,’ the edgy editorial showcases some of the finest dominatrix-inspired fashions.

Dress with a hint of bondage

 I smiled with delight after seeing Erika Trotzig’s collar – black, slightly shiny and definitely contributing to the dominatrix trend.

Different look at leather collar by Erika Trotzig

And what would you say after seeing this innocent piece of jewellery by Mawi – to me it’s clearly inspired by spiked fetish collar…

Spiked collar by Mawi

The London Alternative Market held the first Sunday of every month is certainly an event not to be missed.  Like most new discoveries on the London fetish scene, I discovered the LAM with Joanna Lark.  That morning we were feeling high, ready to dress to impress, so as soon as we got up and had a pampering bath we put on our PVC catsuits and matching Dominatrix hats.  As usual, we caused a stir when we arrived wearing our shiny, PVC catsuits hugging our curves and feeling like lubed rubber. 

The market was spread over two floors of uncensored naughtiness and kink. Joanna knew almost everyone in there, from stall owners to customers.  She was glowing in her kingdom admired by everyone in sight. 

Zahira’s Boudoir

One of the first stalls catching my attention was that of the beautiful Zahira and her amazing handcrafted leather corsets and accessories. The leather corset that caught my attention among the leather armours and all the glamorous designs was one from Zahira’s “Leather Tatoo Collection” (available from 280 Euros).  The corset in tan leather bearing a tattoo-like design was like a second skin.  The strong hold gave me an amazing shape and the tattoo design looked like it was part of my catsuit.   Needless to say that I was enamoured with Zahira’s creations so I promised to follow up attending one of her workshops in her London studio to see how she crafts such pieces of art.

Cyber Geisha

Jack’s Floggers

I was just coming out of my daydreams with Zahira’s glamorous creations when a pony girl caught my attention.  She was the prettiest pony girl I had ever seen; everything in her was elegant and perfect.  Next to her was her Master – a big imposing gentleman.  He was choosing a flogger from Jack’s Floggers.  I was immediately attracted to this couple so I started to talk to them.  Much to my surprise, the imposing Master was every inch of a gentleman and he kindly instructed me on the qualities of Jack’s floggers which are handcrafted in a wide variety of exotic materials, like he says, “distinctly designed for the discerning deviant at an affordable price”.  I was lucky enough to get an introduction to Jack’s floggers and to have a try of some of his creations with the pony girl. 

One of Jack's floggers made from horse hair.

Latex 101 

Once I got to the latex stall I just couldn’t stop myself from using my plastic to buy a few items.  Joanna introduced me to the owners; very gentle people who advised me on how to wear latex, how to care for my latex clothing and how to choose the best outfit.  I bought everything without trying it on.  They promised that if would fit… and it did fit like a glove.

Latex belt

Nick and Morphia Wands

Just before we had our lunch break, Joanna introduced me to Nick and Morphia Wands.  I have never been attracted to electric play so I admit that I was not impressed with their old boxes spread on the table and I was planning an escape strategy when they showed me a buzzing violet wand and teased me to try it.  Not without concern I gave them my hand to try -I am not into pain- so this was not really my thing.  But how wrong could I be, instead of pain what I felt was a mild prickly sensation that got me asking for more.  I was enjoying something I thought I would never try!  After my first experience I tried more of their devices and got instructed into the rarity and collector’s value of Violet Wand sets. 

Nick's and Morphia's devices are mostly classic or vintage.

As imagined, I was having so much fun with my new discoveries that Joanna had trouble to tantalize me to take a lunch break.  But, as she knows me well now, she found a couple of “victims” who would make our lunch break not only nutritious but enjoyable.   So, there we were waiting for our lunch brought by “monkey ben” a little effort of a man but a very efficient servant while alisha a lovely and delicate sissy maid was giving us a foot massage.  Once we got our food and drinks on the table we each threw a bit on the floor over a napkin, that was going to be monkey ben and alisha’s dinner.  It was fun to kick them around and see them fighting over the food like two hungry puppies, banned from using their hands, they looked really comical on all fours, bums sticking in the air ready to be kicked and flogged. 

When we finished eating I decided to wear the leather strap-on Joanna had given me.  It looked stunning over my red catsuit.  Alisha looked at me still hungry and wanting so I spread some wine over my strap-on’s dildo and ordered her to suck it.  The poor thing sucked until there was no force left in her.  But I had started and once started I cannot stop myself, so I ordered alisha’s girlfriend -who had been looking at us in surprise- to continue the job. 

There is something special about wearing a strap-on, even something more special when it is a man sucking your dildo.  I was turned on, ready for the fun to continue at Joanna’s LAM after party.  The real fun was just going to start!

Next LAMsUpcoming dates

• 1^st October 2011 LFW special
• 6^th November 2011
• 4^th December 2011

First Sunday of every month.

i had the honour of being Joanna’s slave at Pedestal and that is a night hard to forget. Since i am not into (much) pain i am sure i got more out of it than She did, but i hope She had a great night at Pedestal too. There were other slaves for Her to beat and torture so She could play as much as She wanted without making me suffer physically. My place was at Her feet and that was the best place i could ever hope for.
The feeling of being a little useless slave combined with the proudness of being the slave of the most beautiful Woman in the Club was sensational.
What surprised me most at Pedestal was that there were so many women . I had expected a 80/20 proportion of men/Women, but it must have been close to 50/50. Or maybe i just noticed the Women and ignored the slaves… Nevertheless, i did not see anyone that i would rather kneel for than Joanna, althoug there were lots of beautiful Mistresses there!
The only thing i missed at Pedestal is maybe some more bondage devices.

Under Her heel

Joanna took very good care of me and even though She could (and did) raise Her voice when i did not follow Her orders properly She always had that beautiful naughty smile for me when i needed it. She is a beautiful Mistress with a big heart and that touch of empathy that you don’t find everywhere.

On the way out to Club Pedestal

Thanks for being who You are, Joanna, and thanks for allowing me to serve. i hope i can be your little slave again one day.

Yours
peryskop

Helpless

It was already 7pm and I had not finished dressing up for The Boat Party.  Master Alan, my companion for the night was ready, waiting for me, wearing black leather trousers and a black shirt buttoned up to the top and finished with a tie-like chain with handcuffs and spiky wrist bands.  I had decided to wear once again my red military catsuit.  What can I say… I just love that PVC catsuit and it is so comfortable to wear that sometimes I feel like I am wearing nothing at all!

It was almost 8pm now and we knew we were late. We had already done two tours of the London Bridge trying to find the pier for the boat.  Joanna was on the phone with Ishmael asking him to wait for us before parting.  From the taxi, we could see the boat but couldn’t find the exit to get off the bridge.  Eventually, we just jumped off the taxi in the middle of the bridge and briskly walked across to get the boat.  The tourists on the bridge were bemused at seeing us in full fetish wear (whips included) walking on the bridge!  A few Japanese tourists started taking our photos, wanting to keep a souvenir of “fetish London”.  No wonder they think that the English are eccentric!

Big Ben is watching us...

As soon as we stepped on the boat, Ishmael welcome us to his mythical boat party as we left the pier. Cruising the Thames was a trip to be remembered.  By this time the sun had started to set down and the sky was taking into a milliard of almost imperceptible tones.  At one point we passed through the Greenwich Meridian marked at night by a laser beam across the sky.  It was an amazing view that marked the end of a romantic cruise and the start of a fetish trip with two of my favourite male mentors, Alan and Ishmael. 

Ishmael made it his job to guide me through London and the history behind its most popular buildings.  For those of you who don’t know Ishmael Skyes, he is one of the most interesting characters I have met on the London fetish scene.  Not only is he a mine of historical and cultural information but his book Free Wealin’: A Hitch Hicker’s guide to kinky sex is one of the funniest books I have read in the past few years.

 This was my first fetish boat party in London, and now I could see for myself why it was so popular.  As always on the London fetish scene, people were very friendly, their fetish wear amazingly imaginative and beautiful.  The food gracefully served by the house maids and the music carefully selected.  By this time, I was starting to be recognised on the scene by a few people so it was easy to find subs to play with and entertain me for the rest of the night. 

Mistress Anath and francesca.

During the party I met a lovely couple in full bondage gear who were passionate about bondage games.  First I only watched attentively at how he tied her down and how she couldn’t hide the pleasure on her face at each tightening of the ropes.  She looked extremely vulnerable immobilised by the ropes but it was clear by the expression on her face that she was loving every tightening of the rope against her barely dressed body.  As she explained it to me later, the ropes tightening against her breasts and rubbing between her legs were like an extension of her lover’s hands caressing her.  She took great pleasure in being vulnerable, totally submitting to whatever her lover wanted to do with her.  For her, the erotic charge of bondage was incomparable, the way her body awareness and erotic sensations heightened when she was tied down was beyond anything else she had experienced before.  My new friend was so enthusiastic about bondage that she managed to tantalise me enough to have a go at being tied down by her boyfriend.  And this is how I ended up into bondage… Another little kink to add to my list of newly acquired naughty activities… 

Being tied up for the first time.

For a few months I had been delighted discovering my new self, the Dominatrix side of me.  I never had any doubts as to whether I was a Dom or a Sub but I was incredibly curious to see life from a sub’s perspective.  There was also the fact that I had read so many times that to be a good Mistress you really need to be empathetic, know your subs and understand their motivations.  This is how I came to think that the best way to understand a sub was to be one.   When I talked about it to Joanna, she agreed with me and had the great idea of introducing me to Master Alan, a very good friend of hers. 

Master Alan was a gentleman from the very first minute I met him. To be honest I found it difficult to understand how such a caring and loving person could be a sadistic Master.  We immediately clicked and he agreed to help me explore my submissive side (if there was one) during that weekend. 

My day as a sub girl started with a photo-training session where Master Alan introduced me to the positions a subby girl should adopt in front of her Master.  I started very nervous, I didn’t feel at ease kneeling down open legged or always keeping my eyes down, but soon Alan put me at ease and we had a fun time taking photos with some of Joanna’s collection of bondage gear for women.  I enjoyed the photo session and all the beautiful leather clothing I was wearing but I couldn’t really get into a sub girl’s frame of mind.  Alan understood this and by the end of the photo session, instead of me playing Master’s slave girl, I ended up learning how to properly use my new long leather whip on any future subs.

Chains or whips?

The weekend went by and we attended a couple of events as Master and slave girl.  Alan was a complete sweetheart but I still didn’t like at all being a subby girl.  Despite Alan’s gentleness I couldn’t get myself into a sub’s frame of mind.  It just wasn’t me.  Still I can say that I had a very productive weekend.  I learnt a whole lot of new things and I had lots of fun.  Probably more important than everything, I learnt that I was really a Dom and I could never be a sub to anyone.    

Master Alan trying to convince me...

Another very important thing I learnt during those days was that being a Master or a Mistress is not about being cruel and abusive to your subs.  A real Dom is someone who cares for her subs and respects them.  Master Alan showed me how you could be a gentleman and still be a severe Master.  Punishing your subs doesn’t always have to mean physical pain or torture.  Punishing a sub can take many different forms and one of them is withholding pleasure, teasing and denial, a form of mind game that I wasn’t aware until then, even if I had done it a few times, only now I came to understand its power. 

Me, a Subby girl?  Not really….

I found here interesting theory, which Bob Kane used to create “Batman’s characters. And for some reason it matches the Femdom distinction between catsuits and collars. See what he says:

As for using cat imagery with their Catwoman, Kane states he and Finger saw cats as “kind of the antithesis of bats”

“I felt that women were feline creatures and men were more like dogs. While dogs are faithful and friendly, cats are cool, detached, and unreliable. I felt much warmer with dogs around me—cats are as hard to understand as women are. Men feel more sure of themselves with a male friend than a woman. You always need to keep women at arm’s length. We don’t want anyone taking over our souls, and women have a habit of doing that.”

Catwoman, in her first appearance, wore no costume or disguise at all. It was not until her next appearance that she donned a mask, which was a theatrically face-covering cat-mask that had the appearance of a real cat, rather than a more stylized face mask seen in her later incarnations. Later, she wore a dress with a hood that came with ears, and still later, a catsuit with attached boots and either a domino or glasses-mask. In the 1960s, Catwoman’s catsuit was green in color, which was typical of villains of that era. In the 1990s, she usually wore a skintight purple catsuit, before switching to a black PVC catsuit that recalls Michelle Pfeiffer’s costume in Batman Returns.

Michelle Pfeiffer as a Catwoman in Batman Returns

She played Selina Kyle – a timid office worker who becomes Catwoman after being pushed from a window and revived by the yowling of a group of cats. Pfeiffer had been nominated twice for an Oscar; a bullwhip, naturally, was something she could handle.

Catwoman claws it out

Recently we could observe increasing popularity of catsuits on the stage. Last year Rihanna rocked out at American Idol in black PVC catsuit.  Yeah, I know – let’s ignore what Rihanna says about BDSM and focus on other aspects of her existence, which she copes with much better – Fetish fashion. She has the ability to pick up from kinkster’s wardrobe or dungeon bits and pieces that look so innocent in mainstream video (look at the pink gear in S&M).

Rihanna in black PVC catsuit

Christina Aguilera likes her catsuits too, not to mention Lady Gaga…

Christina Aguilera in her sexy catsuit.

I love wearing catsuits not only for the visual effects but the comforting feeling of being wrapped in a tight material. My PVC catsuit has many benefits, firstly the garment is breathable making it ideal for clubbing, -  yes, it’s specially designed to keep your body temperature on the optimum level, so you never sweat or feel cold any time of the year… And secondly because the fabric stretches, it means that it is very figure hugging and very glossy looking.

Me wearing PVC catsuit at Club Pedestal

Looking at the weather – I have a feeling PVC catsuit will remain my favourite outfit this summer I also don’t mind to wear in the public – just remember when me and Mistress Jezabel shocked few late commuters on the tube, when coming back from Femdom Summer Ball still wearing our fetish gear

And to complete your sharp catwoman look, you must not forget about the gloves with claws!

Long Opera Gloves With Claws

Once you are ready in full gear – the best place to sharpen your claws is Pussy Control – fetish club where they pride themselves as being a female dominated party and they are true to their word  they have enforced a rule that men must be accompanied by a female this way Pussy rules and all can enjoy a beautiful crowd of women and fetisexual deviants.

One of Pussy Control first events

From the very first day I entered the London fetish scene one place always made an echo at every night out I had: “Torture Garden”.  

Somehow I had imagined Torture Garden as a big outdoor party with women dancing in veils, candles and incense everywhere, fountains with nymphs happily dancing to the music played by their satyrs.  Whips and chains delightfully placed and gracefully used were also part of my Torture Garden imaginings. 

For some reason everyone I met asked me if I had already been at one of the TG parties.  It seemed that you could not seriously be in the fetish scene if you hadn’t experienced at least once Torture Garden, the world’s largest fetish club.  That was why when Joanna Lark invited me to TG’s birthday weekend 2010 I immediately booked my plane and came to see her.  A whole weekend of TG was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.  I wasn’t sure what to pack with me, the theme for the first Birthday night was Militaria.  When I asked Joanna what to wear she suggested going costume hunting together and that is how I ended up going straight from the plane into Islington to meet Joanna for choosing our outfits. 

Getting ready

Lady In Red

For the first night Joanna suggested we should wear military PVC catsuits with matching military hats.  I choose a red military catsuit with black belts and she went for a black one.  We looked astonishing; ready to go in and command everyone at the ball.   

The party was held at The Mass, a huge building spread over three floors. The layout of the Mass put in mind Dante’s inferno because we had to climb long rounded stairs to go from one floor to another and each floor had its own particular mystery and decadence.  Every floor was separated into different areas, each offering something special.  There was a floor with a catwalk, there was a dungeon area, clubbing rooms, performance rooms and even a couple’s room with a long queue of people waiting their turn to go in past the bouncers for some couple’s and group fun.  

So you better get the party started...

The performances that night were amazing; we were marvelled by Satomi’s Shibari show, my first one ever!  I found rope bondage fascinating and wondered how it would feel to be tied up like that.  I didn’t know that very soon –at the boat party- I would be able to experience rope bondage on myself. 

But if the performances were amazing, looking at all the beautiful people so carefully dressed and made up around us was also part of the show.  Torture Garden is pure and raw fantasy, people parade in the most amazing costumes you can imagine, anything from bourlesque corsets to full body painting and leather costumes. I could not help myself from staring at men and women alike.  Vanilla clubbing felt so boring and tedious in comparison to this live cabaret crowd surrounding me.  Where had I been all this years?  No wonder everyone I met talked about TG! I was going to make sure that I wasn’t going to miss a TG night again.     

We had lots of fun that night; we danced, we made new friends and found old acquaintances, we gathered a few new subs to serve us, and as usual, we were into heavy mischief at the dungeon area where I found “carpet boy” my first trampling victim outside Pedestal’s trampling cage.  Joanna discovered a new sub, “glasscumer” who after some extreme punishment in the Couple’s room was renamed “piña colada”.   

Fun at home, after party and glass of champagne... (not pina colada )

If Pedestal introduced me to Female Domination, Torture Garden introduced me to a new concept of fetish club, one where all type of alternative lifestyles meet to share a time of glamour and fantasy.  TG is about exhibitionism and pushing boundaries but above all TG is about having fun.

Recently The English Mansion invited me to the Femdom Ball held on Thursday the 26th May 2011 from 1pm – 9pm.

It sounds interesting – submissive male guests will spend the afternoon and early evening, in the company of Mistress Sidonia von Bork and over thirty elite Dominatrixes from around the world.

On arrival there will be a strict adherence to sub/dom roles and a number of femdom orientated events are planned throughout the afternoon, such as the Wheel of Misfortune and a Slave Auction.

There are a number of play areas available and established Mistresses will be running various sub/dom themed zones, including a foot worship garden hosted by Mistress Whiplash, a slave penitentiary hosted by the UCSC and Mistress Vixen inside the famous English Mansion dungeon.

At 6pm there is a sumptuous buffet and free bar, males may then come out-of-role, if they wish, for a friendly but still respectful socialisation.

 The location is secret. You may not arrive by car. Coaches leave London, Birmingham and other locations at around 12 noon.

The is an exclusive private event, so there are a very limited number of places, so please register ASAP.

For more information about the event, to find out about the ‘slave tax’ and to register your interest/book a place visit www.theenglishmansion.com/femdomball

I have selected recently another Dominatrix with attitude to JL’s bouquet – Mistress Arella. And here is what we can learn about her and her expectations from submissive man:
 
I am a professional as well as a lifestyle domme who lived and worked in London from summer 2007 till spring 2010. I am now based in my beautiful home city Prague and only visit London every now and then. I started working as a pro domme at the age of 25 but long before was attracted to the concept of servitude and worship. That is, naturally, what I specialize in both in my sessions and outside. I prefer real D/s relationships with a solid mental bond to NSA sessions. For me, BDSM is more about the mind though I admit that I love some types of physical punishment. My favourite implement for that would be very flexible and long cane.
 
If you attend one of my sessions and won´t have a particular scenario, you can expect various tasks of servitude, of course mixed with humiliation if I am not happy with your performance. I don´t like when people confuse words „to serve“, „to be punished“ or „to session“. For me these are different words and they should be used accuretly. It is not always easy to find those who understand what role the bottom plays in a D/s arrangement. It is much more common to come across men who believe that to be a personal slave to a pro domme means to be getting free sessions, possibly in return for minor „favours“.  Fortunately I have found a few real deals and I intend to keep these servants even if I stop doing sessions one day and that day will inevitable come sooner or later. 

 
To become a servant of mine, you need to have a particular mind set. The fact that you are kinky or that you like to play BDSM games certainly won´t do.  You need to be intelligent, have certain skills that can be of a real use to me and of course obedience, readiness to please and loyality is a must. To me, a D/s relationship is about commitment.  It is a type of a lifestyle that only work for certain people though. BDSM and even D/s is becoming fashionable and many people are getting involved out of boredom. I believe that is not right as they often spoil it for the genuine partner. I occasionally get these types in my sessions and they may be impertinent, confused and not cooperative enough. It fortunately does not happen often as I choose people I meet very carefully.
 
I believe it is important that the dominant partner respects the submissive one as much as the bottom respects the top and that limits of neither partner should pushed or abused (unless they agree otherwise).
 
So this is how I understand the concept of D/s and I have attached a few pictures for you to enjoy. 
 
Mistress Arella