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A Very Private Summer Fetish Barbecue

March 15, 2023 by Tim Woodward

Saturday July 22nd, 2023, 3pm-10:30pm

This is one of our occasional very special private invitation-only parties. Some of you may remember our exclusive dinners at the hotels in Berkshire and Soho, our country house parties, the fetish dinners at Steve’s chateau in the Auvergne and at Gérard’s medieval chapel near Versailles. Well, this is our Summer barbecue in a luxurious studio, deep in a private 4-acre wood in the beautiful Sussex countryside

The wood is totally private, with no public access – it’s just for us. The views of the Sussex countryside are lovely. Hidden in the wood is a vey well equipped studio. There’s a super sound system, underfloor heating, a shower, room, a changing room, atmospheric lighting, a big gas barbecue and a large outside gazebo, just in case of rain

We will bring our own dungeon setup, which many of you will know! (As always, please bring your own personal toys, for obvious reasons.) The studio has a professional level suspension system

All around us are the woods – full of very private spaces for play, trees for bondage and suspension, etc…

HOW TO GET THERE & WHERE TO STAY
We recommend you take the train or drive to Arundel, Pulborough or Amberley station, stay there and get a taxi to the wood. (Only 10-15 minutes away – All ticket holders will get the address.) Taxis must be pre-booked. A couple of numbers for taxi firms are Pulborough 01798 874321 & Arundel / Amberley 01903 884444 

CAMPING
You are welcome to camp in the wood. You can use the shower, electricity and changing room in the studio. Bring a towel! It is possible to reserve a parking space by the wood for campers only.
Email to organise this here

DRESS CODE
Anything you like – fetish warmly encouraged

CHANGING
Guests must not arrive or leave in fetish gear. They may change at the studio. 

PARKING
There is no parking at the wood (unless you are camping)
We are planning private parking only 1.2 miles away, for a small charge, with a shuttle taxi service on Saturday
Parking at the stations – Amberley, Pulborough, and Arundel (check prices)
If you stay at the Arundel Premier Inn, you can park free and get a taxi to the wood

THE RULES
No smoking or recreational drugs of any kind. (We mean it!)
No photography. (If you would like a photo, Tim will take one for you in the woods.)
No outdoor shoes in the studio, due to expensive flooring!
(We suggest you bring flip-flops or ballet pumps for indoors.)
Here is a link to out dungeon etiquette page, which applies to all our events  https://chardmoresociety.com/dungeon-etiquette/


BOOKING IS BY INVITATION ONLY

Scroll through the pictures below and imagine a stroll through the wood, with views of the lovely Sussex countryside. You pass part of a cage, then a log just right for bending over. Then, in a clearing, a newly built studio. Step inside and there’s a top class suspension rig, a kitchen, a shower, a dressing room, underfloor heating, a super sound system. You have arrived…

Walk this way
The views are lovely
What’s that doing here?
And that…
Sit a while
Someone could bend over that
What’s this In the middle of the wood ?
It’s rather posh inside
There’s a shower
A dressing room
A kitchen
And relax


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Skin Two in Japan

February 26, 2023 by Tim Woodward

Riding a spaceship named Kurage

Text by Rei Hourong
https://www.instagram.com/reihourong/


Special Thanks Kid’O & Kurage

Rubber is a material that has undergone great changes due to the spread of the Internet and the advancement of technology. AZZLO, a store selling authentic imported rubber wear in Japan, closed in 2000. Four years later, Kurage & Gummiba, the predecessor of Kurage, opened in Nishi-Ikebukuro in Japan. Kurage & Gummiba is the only shop in Japan that offers original Latex wear designs that can be fully ordered. Then, in 2012, it took the helm as “Kurage”. Kurage’s activities have been diverse, both in Japan and abroad, and they have established a position as the go-to brand for rubber in Japan. In this interview, we talk with Kurage’s designer Kid’O about various topics.

I founded “Kurage” at 35. This year, 2022, will be its 18th year. Based on my age, it may seem that I had a late start, but I have constantly made things since I was child, and I’ve known since my teens that this is something I would do. It started as a select import shop.

When I was in Cologne, Germany to buy imports, the owner of a fetish shop had said “Why don’t you make it out of latex?” I also thought “oh, yeah.” I’ve never bought latex clothing for myself, and at the time when I looked at latex clothing, they were not made very well. 

So, I thought I could do it better myself. That was the beginning of Kurage.

My fashion has always been influenced by music.
 I have listened to rock music like KISS and western music like ABBA and JAPAN(David Sylvian) a variety of different genres and artists.
since I was in elementary school. When I was 12 my friend’s sister had invited me to a “Stray Cats” concert at Nakano Sunplaza in Tokyo, 1981.

 It made quite the impact on me. It was a time when we didn’t have the Internet like we do now, I wanted to imitate their style, so I collected their music and records. 

Anyway, I watched a lot of movies such as “Grease”, “American Graffiti”, and “Growing up”. The week after the concert, I joined the Rockabilly Club in Harajuku and danced around with my hair in Regent style and wore a leather jacket.

In my early teens, I was completely into Rockabilly. 

Then I started going to clubs and was exposed to a variety of fashion styles and materials. I spent my 20s with hippies in India. All these different experiences have made me who I am today. It was like the music and cultures were coming in and accumulating. 

It’s not that I wasn’t listening to the old stuff anymore, it’s just that my world was expanding. I had a lot of friends who were into various genres, I absorbed and learned as much as I could of what was cool and interesting. 

Malcolm McLaren may have been the first person who introduced latex to me. I loved his clothes and music. Back then, I used to play around wearing my World’s End clothing then.

This led me to “SEX” boutique and “SEDITIONARIES Bondage Style” clothing by Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren, and working with materials such as latex. 

That’s why it was no big surprise that latex would be the primary material when I launched Kurage, and it didn’t really feel like anything different. To me, I feel fetishism when image, sound, and the space all mesh together. Latex and bondage have always been a part of fashion. The sound just naturally comes along with it. I have no interest in fetishes or eroticism without it.

Why latex? With latex, you can do anything from fashion to BDSM, fetishism to art, inflatables to fits. It can be sexy ,kawaii, dark, pop, traditional, futuristic, speculative, and on and on. Latex is the only material in the world that can express everything.

It works and moves my imagination like magic.

What I value most is the collective nature. In my shows, there are many models. There is something about a group, or rather, a gathering of like-minded individuals, that I feel. 

There’s a sense of dread that comes from being in a group, or an unfamiliar atmosphere. Even the Japanese “Awa Odori” is a fetish in this sense. I’m still pretty confident in myself about the potential of rubber. I’m always thinking of possible ways of applying it in reality. But to be honest, I don’t have much of an attachment to what I have created in the past. I know I can do more now, and I’m still not completely satisfied. I feel I’ve only reached 10% of what I want to do. There are things I understand from making them, but it’s more of a learning experience, not a masterpiece. It’s not even close to being a masterpiece. I’m not interested in masturbatory shows to stroke my ego or looking for approval by proclaiming “Look at my outfit!” or, “Look at my skills!” Having people who happen to be there saying, “What’s this? I’ve never seen this before, it’s great,” is good enough for me.

I’ve gained experience, so I feel like it’s finally time to start creating the utopia I originally set out to. I’m thinking of working toward a Kurage tribe show based on the concept of imagining a small village called Kurage.

I’m always looking inside myself to find where I will land in the end. What would satisfy me? I think especially about scenes from movies, manga, and other media that surprised me or made me feel sexual attraction for the first time when I was a child. 

A lot of those have stayed stuck in my head. For example, some of Kurage’s hoods have no mouth. This is inspired by Maetel, a character from an older anime called Galaxy Express 999. She was the first character I ever felt sexually attracted to in an adult way. This look comes from the way her eyes are so big, but her mouth is only a line.

I find and incorporate elements that I have seen, heard, and experienced that I think are good, regardless of genre, and put my own spin on them. Of course, tastes change over time, so the designs change along with those. I call it “design,” but I don’t actually draw any designs. I just start with building parts for different ideas I want to express and try to maintain a balance as I put the whole thing together. So even I don’t know what it’s going to be until it’s finished.

One of my fetishes is the world created by Peter W. Czernich. It has a big influence on my work.

It was his early work “Rubber Sports” that first struck me in amazement, but it wasn’t unJl the “Fetish Academy 3” that really inspired me to work with latex. The military nature and the cold gaze peeking from the masks shocked and excited me.

For example, in the world of reggae, artists are still using old rhythm tracks to create new sounds, and young bands are inviting great artists of the past to join music sessions. There is a sense of respect there. Similarly, it had been my dream and aspiration to work with Peter and to have my work published in his books. And when I first opened my doors, I never imagined that we would be working together today. Rather than dismissing the old as “old school,” we incorporate it in the design and create something new.

When Kurage is introduced abroad it is said, “Kurage picked up ancient and traditional elements and created something brand new.”

I think that is why it is well received overseas. There are many reasons why I really started my own brand, but if it weren’t for Peter there would have been no KURAGE.

One of my favourite rubber brands is Sebastian Cauchos. I like that his work is not commercially based, but has a clear idea of what he wanted to do. I also liked Absolute Danny and Schwarze Mode. I especially liked the stitching and tailor work in Schwarze Mode. Also, the early work of Inner Sanctum.

One of the ways that Kurage has gained a cult following and popularity over the years is through being a part of a number of extravagantly styled fashion shows.

Since 2010, the oldest fetish event in Japan “Department H” began hosting a “Rubber Festival” every May. The showcase began with Saeborg (https:// saeborg.com ) as the main focus, but without it I don’t think it would have been possible to hold a show overseas.

Each time it got bigger and bigger. I did all the preparation, progression planning, presentation, meeting with the performers, video and sound editing by myself. It did not always go to plan, but I’ve learned a lot from the experience. There are no events in Japan that have a full- scale stage like that. This COVID-19 disaster has taken a toll on events. I hope that the world overcomes it and that more events will be held soon. Events can influence the younger generaJon in many ways. It can also be the spark that starts something new. Because we are moving forward, the past is coming alive. I also like the traditional style of LATEX and I would like to mix it well into today’s designs and create a new environment with young people. That’s where it starts, because the times are changing rapidly.

The pandemic has got me thinking that I’m old, and I’m going to get older. When you drive in the countryside, you see those freaky houses decorated with scarecrows and such. That’s where I think I’ll end up. I can imagine myself becoming a crazy old man. Doing what I want to do is natural, but in order to do that, I need to support myself financially. No one is going to help me with that. I’m sure it’s different for everyone. I can’t go abroad due to the pandemic. So, this might just be the right time to build that financial base.

Kurage is like a spaceship. It’s my ideal world that I strive to reach. To achieve this goal, there will be many detours, but I never stay in one place. Along the way, some people get on, some people get off, and the next destination point changes. In order to get to the next planet, we will need to refuel, and the aircraft will wear down over time. It will be necessary to stop for repairs and recovery. Now is that time.

Kurage Latex Designer / Kid’O 

Designer at Ikebukuro Kurage. Specialising in latex art. Also designer for fashion magazines, advertisements, and music videos. Consecutive recipient of “Best Fetish Fashion Designer” Award at “The European Fetish Awards” in 2015 and 2016. Amazingly skilled creative with a unique sense for design and fans all over the world.

Kurage: Specialising in Latex art 

Latex Haute-Couture Quality Latex Clothing made in JAPAN. beGLOSS Japanese agency

●Shop Adress Tokyo Hakuyo Excellency 1F 2-20-6 Ikebukuro Toshima-ku 171-0014 Tokyo Japan 

●Opening Time 13-18 hr. Shop closed Tuesday 

●Contact +81(0)3-3988-5818 

info@kurage-shop.com 

FaceBook https://www.facebook.com/kurage.latex

Twitter https://twitter.com/KurageKidO

Instagram https://www.instagram.com/kurage_latex_art/

OFFICIAL WEB WWW.KURAGE .TOKYO

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Europerve

January 13, 2023 by Tim Woodward

The first Europerve was many years ago in Amsterdam, hosted by Steve English from DeMask and Tim Woodward from Skin Two. Fast forward to 2022 and Europerve is transformed into a very exclusive, high-end invitation-only fetish party on Sunday 15th May 2022, from 4pm to midnight. The second Europerve was in November 2022. We are currently waiting for the next date – watch this space. A top restaurant near Dam Square is transformed into a fetish nightclub, with exquisite food and cocktails. Strict rubber/leather dress code. A few snapshots from the party are below. (Photos by erikfoto.eu) We always have a great time…

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Hackney Wick & Bayswater Dungeon Suites

December 16, 2022 by Tim Woodward

If you want to play in privacy with your partner – or maybe with a small group of good friends – why not hire your own private dungeon for an evening or an afternoon. We have been offered a special discount by the lovely dominatrix Madam Caramel to hire other of her two dungeons in Hackney Wick and Bayswater.
When you book at either of the two dungeon suites, quote the discount code TIMWOODWARD (capitals) and get a 30% discount for all bookings of 4 hours or more.
Hackney Wick Dungeon Suite is larger – it will hold up to 20 people. Bayswater Dungeon Suite is more intimate, ideal for a couple.
Have a good look at their websites – Hackney Wick Dungeon Suite
and Bayswater Dungeon Suite
You will find contact and location details there, together with booking information.

Below are a couple of photos we took at Hackney Wick Dungeon Suite, just to whet your appetite.

And two photos of Bayswater Dungeon Suite…

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Private Dungeon for Hire at the House of Poitier

May 30, 2022 by Tim Woodward

A private dungeon you can hire by the hour, ideal for meetings with your dom or sub. The House of Poitier is a lovely old former vicarage in Sutton, South London, where the Chardmore Society runs parties. What most people don’t know is that there’s also a totally separate dungeon next door, available for private hire. There’s everything you need – see photos below. Even a shower and loo! Email the House of Poitier at ladyp@houseofpoitier.com or see their website  here

If South London doesn’t suit you, see our list of other dungeons for hire here

Mistresses Freya & KarenW
The Dungeon Awaits…
Mistress Freya
Mistress KarenW
The Cage
Lady in Red
The Rack
BDSM Gear
Lady in Red
Lady in Red
Lady in Red
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Street Party at the Coolest Bar in London, very near Hoxton Station, London N1

March 11, 2022 by Tim Woodward

Friday 20th May, 6pm – 10pm

We host occasional parties at this lovely little coffee and cocktail bar in Hoxton Street just around the corner from Hoxton overground station – it’s our favourite meeting place.

Don’t miss the street party on Friday 20h May; it’s a great social occasion. Come as you are or dress up, dance in the street, try Nathan’s cocktails, get a pizza from across the street, and have fun! It’s FREE – how about that!

Whenever we are meeting friends, this is where we go.

Coffee, cocktails and bar snacks are on the menu and you will find a friendly crowd. Well, we’re often there…

The Cane & Whippet is at 163 Hoxton Street, London N1 6PJ
(very near Hoxton overground station)

For those who want to eat, there are a number of good takeaway places nearby, including great Italian pizza and Lebanese food. We love to get a takeaway pizza from across the street and wash it down with wine and gossip at the Cane & Whippet.

Questions about Cane & Whippet? Call Nathan, the owner,
on ‭+44 7584 575310‬ or email


Instagram: cane_and_whippet

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The Suited Male – naked female Party

January 27, 2022 by Tim Woodward

The next Suited Male – naked female party is on Sunday 8th May, from 2pm to 7pm. Read all about these parties below…

The Chardmore Society is a friendly little group – many of us know each other socially, outside of the parties. Newcomers always find us very easy-going and they quickly feel relaxed. There is definitely not a hardcore atmosphere and there is never any pressure to play. One of my own favourite parties is the one for men in formal suits, with their female partners naked. 

So what exactly happens at these parties? 

The Suited Male – Naked Female parties are for couples who enjoy the dynamic of the man in a smart suit, with his wife or partner naked. So, couples who like to spend a few hours with the man in a dominant role, among like minded people, in a BDSM setting. 

The dress code is strict. Men are not admitted unless they are in a formal suit, dinner jacket or smart uniform. Women often wear stockings and heels, needless to say, or maybe a collar and leash, or perhaps a corset. Anything like that is fine, but the women must be essentially more or less naked. 

You don’t have to be slim and gorgeous to attend our parties. This is not a beauty contest. (It’s a few years since I was slim and gorgeous, I can tell you.) We just look for nice people. 

There are no single men at this party, so women may relax with their loving partner. It is not a swinger party. This is even more important during the covid virus. You must observe social distancing. Your temperature will be taken at the door.

When you arrive, one of us (usually me) will show you around and introduce you to a few couples. There’s a kitchen, where you can store any booze you have brought along. (We don’t sell drink, so please bring your own.) You can also make tea and coffee – we do provide that! There will usually be people socialising in the kitchen, just as they do at any party. 

Then we will show you to a lounge, where people sit and chat. There will be a suitable DVD playing, but no loud music. A hallmark of The Chardmore Society is that you can chat without having to raise your voice. You can actually meet and make friends with people.

There is a dungeon, with quite a lot of BDSM equipment, including a whipping bench, cage and St Andrews Cross, etc. For obvious hygiene reasons, please bring your own personal toys.

Soft atmospheric music plays. You can practise bondage, spank your slave, put them on the cross or in the cage. If you need it, help and advice is available from us. Otherwise, we are happy to leave you alone.

Then there are four other rooms, which would originally have been bedrooms. I usually put some item of BDSM equipment into these rooms. My favourite is the motorbunny, which is like a superior version of the sybian. Women love the motorbunny; you can see it here – https://kfsmagazine.com/motorbunny/  If you bring a smartphone, you can download the free app and find the right rhythm to send your partner into ecstasy. Just so long as you wear a suit while doing it…

There’s also a changing room. (Women please arrive in street clothes, so as not to shock the neighbours!) There’s a shower that you are welcome to use and plenty of clean towels. Just in case you get a bit sweaty…

You can wander around the rooms, chat with other couples, just generally hang out. You may want to play, but that’s up to you – there is no obligation to do anything at all. Just to relax and have fun is fine.

What else? Well, there are rules…

*No smoking or vaping in the building, of course.

*No single men and couples must arrive together.

* No drugs of any kind at all – don’t even think about it. 

* No photography. 

* If you are playing in one of the rooms, don’t lock the door. Another couple might like to come in and then it’s up to you to wave them away, or allow them to watch, just as you wish. Your choice.

If you would like to book for the next Suited Male – naked female party, or join my Chardmore Society party mailing list, or if you have any questions. just email me at  chardmoresociety@icloud.com

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Private Scenarios

October 12, 2021 by Tim Woodward

Sarah at my Office

Years ago, I had a building in an industrial centre in North Kensington, where I used to publish Skin Two magazine. One day, there was a hand written note on the mat among all the letters. It was from a woman called Sarah, who said she wanted to report to my office after dark to be caned. 

Obviously, no woman in her right mind would contact a total stranger and ask to be caned on a dark night! Clearly my staff were playing a trick. They were a great bunch, we were always having a joke. Well, I wasn’t silly enough to fall for that one. However, they all insisted it was nothing to do with them.  So maybe it was the Sunday papers setting me up; I had experience of that. They would send a young reporter who looked the part and the photographers would be hiding nearby, ready to jump out with flashguns blazing.

So I was ready for them. I made a date with Sarah, for one evening after work. I was going to pretend to be fooled, but then tell her to get lost. 

On the night, there was a tap on the office door. A pretty young woman in a short dress stood there. No flashguns, no reporters leaping from behind cars, just Sarah.

OK, I played along, led her up to my office told her to lift her dress and bend over my desk, ready for the cane. Sarah was naked under her dress. Not something she would do if it was a set-up. I told her to spread her legs, as I swished the cane through the air.  

Now, the cane hurts. If you love to be caned, you go into a mindspace like the fakir who walks on fire. Then it doesn’t hurt. For anyone else, it hurts. You can’t fake it. This was the moment for Sarah to jump up and say she was from the News of the World. Her last chance.

Then I saw, from between her legs, a thin silvery trail of liquid snaking down to the floor. Sarah was absolutely not faking; To my surprise, she was very excited.

I caned her, taking great care to judge her reactions and make it hard enough, but not too hard. Then, a peck on the cheek, she thanked me and she was gone.

I had no clue how Sarah knew that she would be safe. Maybe a close friend of hers knew of me; I will never know. I was thrilled to have been trusted and very pleased that it had clearly worked well for Sarah. 

They say the test of a good dominant is whether the submissive asks to come back another day. If so, I must have passed, as Sarah contacted me again a few weeks later.

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Sarah at Maida Vale Underground Station

Sarah was instructed to wait outside Maida Vale underground station on a warm autumn evening, totally naked except for a raincoat and heels. She stood against a wall, her raincoat tightly belted, looking like a spy from a 1960s spy movie. Or possibly a hooker.

My Jaguar glided to a halt. I was not inside. Instead were my two friends Julie and Louise, both wearing full military uniform, army caps pulled low over their eyes. Julie was driving, Louise in the back. The window slid down. “Get in the back” said Louise to Clare. 

The car swept away toward the West. Lisa opened Clare’s raincoat, exposing her breasts. Then, Louise handcuffed Clare and slipped a pair of wraparound ski glasses onto her. The glasses had been spray-painted, so the victim was totally blindfolded, unable to see a thing.

The Jaguar glided through the streets of West London to a large secluded house, where Julie and Louise led Clare without a word down the cold stone staircase into the cellar below, their heels clicking on the hard cellar floor. Clare’s raincoat was stripped away and she was blindfolded. Then, wearing only her high heels, she was chained naked and sightless to the wall. 

Louise and Julie left Clare on her own, looking tense, nervous and excited, while they came upstairs, where Louise’s husband and I were relaxing with a coffee, watching everything on hidden CCTV. Clare had no idea that Robert and I are nearby, but she trusted me and knew that, although nervous, she would be safe.

Maybe Clare felt a bit too safe when Julie and Louise went back down the the cellar and took off her blindfold. Standing with them was a man she had never seen in her life: Robert, dressed in black leather.

Robert, Julie and Louisa worked on Clare for a few hours. I watched her orgasm time after time. Finally she was blindfolded again and I entered the cellar. Another man, unseen, never speaking…

Finally, Clare was driven safely home to her flat in Maida Vale by Louise and Julie, who saw her to the door. Clare was covered in sweat, her makeup all over her face, tired and smiling broadly. Her boyfriend opened the door and she fell into his arms. 

The next day, Clare called me to say thanks. Her boyfriend had waited anxiously all evening and asked her “How was it”. She had replied “It was fantastic!!”

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Sarah at Belgrave Square

My friend Amanda had a job which gave her access to to a fabulous house in Belgrave Square, one of the most exclusive addresses in London. Nobody actually lived there; it was the headquarters of a large organisation. However there was a private flat that senior executives were allowed to use when they needed to stay in town. 

Sarah had been instructed to present herself to this impressive address at nine o’clock one evening, long after everyone had gone home. Everyone except Amanda, who dressed in an expensive tailored suit and gleaming high heels, looking for all the world like something from a James Bond movie. 

Sarah had no idea what was waiting for her. She had never met Amanda. All she knew was to knock on the door and do what she was told.

Peeping from an upper window, I watched Sarah park her car and walk towards the big front door. She glanced left and right at the various embassy buildings around the square. Then rang the doorbell, as instructed.

Amanda stood before Sarah, looking fabulous, and said only three words – “come with me”. Amanda strode down a long hallway, her stilettos clicking on the polished floor, towards a massive boardroom with a long table and lines of chairs on each side. Amanda bent Sarah over the table, where a soft leather flogger was lying ready and lifted her skirt.

Sarah was never allowed pants or tights, only stocking and suspenders. I think Amanda was as excited as Sarah as she started the flogging, gently at first. After some time, when Sarah’s backside was pink and warm, Amanda led her over to a leather sofa in the corner.

Amanda used her tongue then her fingers, as Sarah moaned and orgasmed. Then, Amanda blindfolded Sarah as a strange man entered the room. Sarah never saw him and was never told who he was, although she may very well have guessed…

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James and Karen at the Reliance bar in Hoxton, with Sophie in my flat in Fanshaw St

James and I had been friends for a while, but I had not met his new girlfriend, Karen. In fact, James had not mentioned me to Karen at all. She had no idea that I existed. James said this was because he had a plan to introduce us.

Karen was told to wear a very short skirt with thigh boots, go to the Reliance bar in Whitechapel and wait there. Nothing else. Not a thing. that’s all she was told.

I parked my old Jaguar outside the Reliance and walked purposely inside. Sitting at the bar was a woman on her own, in a short skirt and thigh boots, with a bottle of lager in her hand. I look the half-full beer from her, placed it on the bar and simply said “Come with me.” Leading Karen gently by the arm, I put her into the car and, still without a word, drove off.

My apartment in Fanshaw Street was a few minutes away. Just time for Karen to feel apprehensive and yet, at the same time, start to experience a mounting excitement. We entered the flat and I led Karen into the soundproofed dungeon room. Her eyes widened as she saw the black whipping bench with leather straps. They widened further as she noticed my girlfriend Sophie, in a corner. Sophie was wearing only stockings and heels. She was gagged, unable to speak and helpless, strapped into a black leather chair, looking fabulous; I loved her long red hair and piercing blue eyes.  

I gently stripped and blindfolded Karen, staying totally silent all the time, using one of my special Skin Two blindfolds.They work really well, with soft foam padding keeping all the light out. Karen was bent over the whipping bench, naked, legs spread apart, and left to wait. Her excitement was visible.

At this point, I turned on the music, stepped out to the hallway and closed dungeon door behind me. So Karen could not hear John very gently slide my spare door key into the lock and slip silently into the flat.

At this point, Karen is restrained naked over a bench, legs apart, in an apartment she knows not where, under the control of a total stranger, with a gagged redhead watching her. Where is her boyfriend John? She has no clue. I can tell that she is excited.

Karen is gently flogged. She moans with pleasure. She is used sexually. This goes on for some time, But it’s not me – I am making tea in the kitchen. The man pleasuring Karen is in fact her own boyfriend, John.

Finishing my tea, I re-enter the dungeon. Karen starts as she suddenly realises that now there are two strange men in the room with her. All is revealed as I untie Sophie and John removes Karen’s blindfold, then releases her from the restraints.

Karen has not at any time been touched intimately by me. But she is touched by John all right, as Sophie is now touched by me. All’s well that ends well.

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Rachel as a birthday present

At a party some year sago, Rachel and her husband entered the room and greeted a few friends. I had never met them, but was immediately struck by Rachel. She was dressed in a business suit, wearing glasses, looking very much like a lawyer – which was exactly what she turned out to be. 

After only a few moments, Rachel stripped to her stockings and lingerie, hung her formal suit neatly – on a hanger! – and was restrained by three men, who proceeded to flog her. I was transfixed – whoever this woman was, I had to know her.

It turned out that Rachel was very friendly with a couple I knew, so we did indeed get to know each other and soon became good friends. In fact, Rachael became my regular birthday present…

Every year, around the time of my birthday, I would get a call from Chris, who was the very epitome of the upper crust city gent, complete with pin-striped suit, cut glass accent, a love of being caned, the lot. Now, Chris is a very kind man and every year he would call to suggest we have a drink to celebrate my birthday.

I would be invited to Chris’s lovely house in Kensington (he also has a place in the country) and he would pour us a birthday drink. Then, out of the blue – and a total surprise – Chris would say “actually, I have a little surprise for you”. He would show me into a side room, where a pretty woman was tied to a chair, blindfolded and wearing only stockings and heels.This was my present.

Happily, it was always Rachel, every year. She had simply been invited over to Chris’s place and told it was just for a drink and chat, nothing more. Being a highly educated lawyer, Rachel realised what was going on after the first couple of years… However, she played along and pretended to be surprised every year when I removed the blindfold. 

Rachel is married now and moved away from London. I think of her often and hope she is well and happy. 

* This scenario was organised for me, rather than by me. However, I though I would include it, as I remember it with such affection.

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Helena as a pro dominatrix

Helena and her husband Bill arrived at our meeting in Covent Garden on a powerful motorcycle, both dressed from head to foot in black leather. Either they had replied to a personal ad of mine, or I had responded to an ad of theirs – I can’t remember now. I knew at once that were really nice people and couldn’t help but notice that Helena was strikingly beautiful.

Helena and Bill didn’t seem too impressed with me and they didn’t want to meet up again, so that was that. But we ran into each other at a party not long afterwards and things seemed to click this time. We quickly became friends. Then I moved to North London, very near their home and they came round with a bottle of wine on my first night there. We started to see quite a bit of each other.

Helena was very ‘North London’, clever, elegant, sophisticated and well connected. I once met a cabinet minister at her house. Her friends included famous actors; she and Bill were very much part of the ‘Cool Britannia’ Blair years. Unknown to their influential mates, Helena and Bill would often attend the Skin Two parties I organised. Bill helped me out with a scenario once at Miss Kim’s dungeon in Hackney. (He entered the room silently which a sub was restrained over a bench, then entered her via the ‘tradesman’s entrance’, as you do.)

Helena looked fabulous in a catsuit and heels and was quite the stunner at Skin Two. One day, she agreed to a request from a submissive guy – she was going to be a professional dominatrix for the afternoon. In the basement of my house, I had a large dungeon space, with a rack, whipping bench, prison cell, suspension harness, the lot. This was where her client was instructed to report.

We watched from my bedroom window as the taxi drew up. Helena looked gorgeous in her shiny rubber catsuit and heels. She went to the door and led the client downstairs. I had rigged up a baby monitor, just to be sure that Helena was safe. Helena’s performance was faultless. She was imperious and ruthless. The submissive could have had no idea that she had never done anything like this for money before. 

After a couple of hours, the client was shown the door. Helena kicked off her heels and bounded upstairs to my room, ripped off her catsuit and flung the money into the air, delighted with her one-off experience as a professional dominatrix. She phoned Bill, who was on tenterhooks to hear how she had got on. Later that evening, she treated Bill to the most expensive dinner in North London. 

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Sinead at the Wicked club with Alex Cobra

Sinead is a distinguished civil servant. I picked her up just round the corner from parliament a few times. Sinead has a happy family and a responsible job. The desire to indulge herself sexually surfaces only occasionally. Far be it from me to argue with that.

One one of these occasions, when Sinead had an evening free, I said I would take her to a bar I knew in Southwark. Just that. Nothing more.

I parked and we strolled to a cobbled alleyway near London Bridge. It was quite dark and here was no sign of a bar. It was a misty evening, atmospheric, like something out of Jack the Ripper.

Sinead imagined the bar must be just around a corner; we would soon see the place. What she didn’t know was that a particularly eccentric fetish club promoter had set up a club called Wicked in this dingy alley. (It was in fact just beside Southwark Cathedral, which is why it didn’t last long, but that’s another story.)

Wicked was closed at this hour, but I knew that. My friend Jonathan was the Manager and he was prepared for Sinead and me. The door was open and in we went. Down a dark corridor and Sinead realised that something was up – this was not just a drink. She looked excited. We turned into a spartan room with bare brick walls. A single rope hung down from the ceiling, lit by a spotlight, with soft leather handcuffs attached, about six feet above the ground.

I instructed Sinead to remove her clothes, save only for her heels, and locked her slim wrists into the handcuffs. There she stood, arms above her head, naked, waiting.

Sinead knew well that she was safe under my control. So she was relaxed, though excited. She was quite a bit more excited as a total stranger strode into the room. It was Alex Cobra, a fit younger man, stripped to the waist, wearing leather trousers, carrying a bullwhip.

Time and again, Alex flicked the whip gently around Sinead’s naked body. She moaned with pleasure as it caressed her, leaving pink marks across her ass. (Alex is an expert.)

On my signal, Alex disappeared out of the room and into the night. I released Sinead from the leather handcuffs and she fell into my arms.

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Sinead at my flat with Michael

I picked Sinead up near parliament, where she had been in an important meeting. Unknown to her, I had arranged a treat at my apartment in Hoxton. We cruised through the streets, Sinead looking more and more relaxed at the thought of a glass of wine and a cozy evening in.

At the flat in Fanshaw Street, I gently stripped Sinead, laid her down and spread her legs wide apart, strapped into a spreader bar. She was naked, exposed and vulnerable, feeling excited and happy.

Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound. It was only the building’s entry system, so that didn’t bother her. But, when I picked up the handset, what I said came as a bolt from the blue. “Oh yes Mr Carlton, she’s all ready for you.”

Sinead had forgotten that, ages ago, she had mentioned a fantasy of being sold as a slave girl. But I had not forgotten and I had made secret and careful preparations.

My apartment was on the third floor and Sinead had plenty of time to squirm in anticipation, naked and legs spread, wondering what Mr Carlton was going to do to her. I blindfolded her.

My friend Michael is a younger guy, handsome and experienced. Unknown to Sinead, I had given him detailed notes of what she liked. As he reached my door, her excitement mounted. He entered. Sinead, blindfolded, could hear but not see as he looked her and and down, just  as though she was a used car he was thinking of buying.

“Hmm, she looks OK. Fifty pounds, we said. Tell you what, I’ll give you sixty and I can do what I like?” I agreed and Michael handed me sixty pounds. By this time, Sinead was so excited, I thought she might orgasm before he touched her.

Michael bent down and gently removed the blindfold. Sinead told me later that she was thrilled at the sight of him. After some initial foreplay Michael released Sinead from the spreader bar and, to put it bluntly, fucked her senseless for ages. And ages. I watched closely, making sure that Sinead was safe and happy, her limits respected. (They went at it for so long that I did slip out to the kitchen and make a cup of tea though.)

Some time later, we all fell into a bar off Hoxton Square and spent the sixty pounds on some particularly nice wine.

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Kandi in Hoxton

“Kandi” sent me three pages of A4 notes, explaining in detail what she liked, what worked for her and what did not. I assembled a team of trusted guys. We all studied her script carefully, noting her safe words and getting the feel of what turned her on and what didn’t.

A couple of days later, “Kandi” posted this online (all the words are hers, not mine)…

“A very hot Daddy arranged a private gangbang for me and 10 men showed up… when I walked in the whole venue was full of guys eyeing me and I was actually nervous. 

I was forcibly stripped naked and the whole group crowded around and called me a stupid cunt and dumb whore while they held me up in the air and spread my legs spread wide open, my bare pussy on display.

 I was led around naked in a collar and made to jiggle my tits and bend over and spread my ass. Then there were hours of being restrained legs open on a bed and fucked relentlessly in all my holes. 

They pinched my nipples and my clit while I screamed and writhed around. My pussy was flogged. I had to get down on my knees and kiss all their cocks while they spat on me. I deep throated cock after cock while they came on my face and in my mouth. 

By the end I begged to suck the organiser’s dick and he generously let me. It was so hot.”

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Katrina at the BMFC

My friend Katrina like to be fucked by handsome black men. No romance. She’s doesn’t need to know their names; just fuck and go. The ideal place for this is The Black Man’s Fan Club, which meets at selected venues around the UK. The men are all vetted by Helen, the lovely organiser, and they are all polite, respectful guys. 

Many women go with their husbands, who like to watch. For them, it’s a couples thing. Katrina is single and a good friend, so I was happy to take her along. I took her to a BMFC evening at a favourite venue, the Old Hellfire Club, just to the West of London, near Heathrow. This venue has side rooms with windows, so onlookers can watch what’s going on. It’s ideal for what Katrina has in mind.

I take Katrina into a side room and close the door. I sit her down on the bed and unbutton her shirt, exposing her. She is very pretty and has fabulous long legs. Her skirt is very short. She is naked underneath. I spread her legs, so she is on display, like an expensive watch in a jeweller’s window. All may look, but few can touch.

By this time, a crowd of fit young black guys has gathered at the window. Katrina looks down submissively, not making eye contact with them. I scan the men and pick out two of the best looking ones. I don’t refer to Katrina at all; I don’t look at her or ask what she thinks – that would spoil it for her.

i take my time. Katrina is breathing heavily, full of anticipation. Then I ask one the guys “Would you like to fuck my friend?” Then a second guy. I let them into the room. Katrine takes down their trousers and sucks them slowly. They fuck her hard and long. 

I observe closely, staying cool but always making sure that condoms are used and Katrina is happy. When the two guys are exhausted, I thank them politely and we go the bar, where Katrina gets her breath back with a glass of wine. 

After a few minutes, we do this again. I choose three guys this time, still picking them myself, without even looking at Katrina. 

Later, we wander downstairs to an orgy room, where there’s a big double bed. Katrina wants a gang bang. I undress her and a crowd gathers. I pick out some nice looking guys, two or three at a time, and invite them to join her. Katrina’s long legs are soon flying. She is filled at both ends. One guy is fucking her so hard that his head is banging against at the wall. I spot a cushion and toss it over to him. He catches it with one hand and slips it behind his head, never stopping his thrusts into Katrina for a moment.

Later, I drop Katrina at her house in Richmond. She is exhausted, her hair and makeup is all over the place. She is smiling broadly. A happy girl.

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The Spanish girl at the Porn Cinema

Out of the blue, I had an email from a woman saying her master had told her to contact me and ask me to take her to a porn cinema. I had no clue who she was or who her master was. It sounded like some fantasist – probably a sad and lonely man. However, I agreed to meet for coffee and a chat, half expecting it to be a waste of time. 

There used to be a very private porn cinema in a dingy basement in South London, hidden behind an anonymous shopfront. You pressed the buzzer and a little hatch opened. If they knew you or you seemed kosher, they let you in. I was known there and was let in free, having entertained them all a few times.

I arranged to meet Sofia at a coffee shop nearby, wondering whether she would turn up. A charming, attractive and polite Spanish girl showed up precisely on time and sat down to chat. She was confident and didn’t seem at all nervous. Apparently, her master had instructed that it was fine for random strangers to have sex with her, but he wanted one thing above all; she was to be sent home splattered with cum on her tits. That was their thing.

So we drank our coffee, walked over to the drab secret shopfront and pressed the buzzer. Inside, we descended the narrow stairway to a dimly lit dank room with a big screen showing porn. Through the murk, a few men could be seen, mostly wanking slowly to the porn. When a woman arrives, the etiquette is strict; the men show an interest, but do not crowd around unless invited. 

A handsome couple were fucking while the men watched but did not touch. We watched too and, after they had finished, I removed Sofia’s raincoat, undid her shirt and lifted her skirt, giving the men an exciting view. They gathered round, keeping a few feet away, stroking their cocks. I turned to the guys and said “we would love it if you’d like to cum all over her tits.” 

Sofia played with herself while eight or nine men walked over her tits, shooting loads of cum all over them. I let a couple of the men fuck her. Sofia orgasmed loudly. 

After Sofia got her breath back, I mopped the cum from her face, which was covered in it, but left it all over her tits, as her master had requested. Her shirt stayed open, loosely covered by by raincoat. Outside, I hailed a black cab and Sofia disappeared back to her master. 

I never heard from Sofia or her master again. It was strictly a one-off. I wonder whether they will read this.

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Sarah at Chiswick bandstand

My friend Sarah is a surgeon, a wife and a mother, so she is always responsible. Whether at work or at home, there is no respite. OK, a wife and mother can make mistakes now and then. A surgeon simply can’t; there is just no room for the smallest error. Not that Sarah is complaining. She loves her life. She just needs to step away sometimes, just for an evening, and let her hair down. 

Knowing what Sarah likes, I organised a treat for her. I didn’t tell her the details, just that I would pick her up and take her somewhere – and to wear an old dress, nothing delicate. The old dress always gives a clue…

It was late on a warm Summer night, starting to get dark. Perfect. I drove down a narrow lane to a park on the outskirts of London. Sarah felt a tingle of excitement, but had no clue of exactly what was in store.

We parked near the deserted bandstand, where the Salvation Army sometimes entertains the families in the afternoons. Sarah was in for a different sort of entertainment. We strolled over to the bandstand in the gathering darkness and sat down.

Hidden nearby, waiting quietly, were my friend Christina and four trusted men. They pulled balaclavas over their heads, looking like bank robbers. All you could see was their eyes. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they strode into the bandstand. Sarah gave a start – surprised, but not entirely surprised…

Christina sat facing me, as if to chat, but her eyes scanned the darkness behind me, looking out for any late-night passers-by. I scanned the park behind her. A little dog – a Jack Russel I think – did scamper into the bandstand wagging its tail. It’s owner called from far away and it hurried off. Otherwise, we were not disturbed.

The four hooded men lifted Sarah’s dress, laid it down and fucked her senseless, again and again. They had been carefully briefed and knew exactly what she liked – and what she didn’t (which is even more important)

Much later, the men melted away into the night, taking Christina with them. Sarah never saw their faces or knew their names. To this day, she has no idea who they were. I drove Sarah home to her door, her hair and make up all over the place and a happy smile on her face. She fell into her husband’s arms and I daresay got fucked again, as off home I went.

Postscript …

Sarah received an experienced tailored carefully to suit exactly what she loved. Not what I loved, not what my little team loved, but what she loved. That is the one vital thing to remember when you do this stuff.

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Carol, the Scottish Doctor at Clapham

Jerry invited me over to his place off Clapham Common, to help with his girlfriend’s fantasy. I had never met Carol, which was important to them both; they wanted a stranger she would never know in real life.

Jerry explained that Carol was a doctor working in an intensive care unit. She loved her job, but it was stressful and she occasionally liked to just let go and indulge her fantasy. Apparently, this involved an older man, a sort of uncle figure. So I put on a suit and headed to Clapham…

Carol must have been in her mid thirties, but in her fantasy she was Little Julie, a schoolgirl of thirteen and a half. In fact, I never met her as Carol; I only ever saw her as Little Julie. When I rang the doorbell, I was greeted not by Carol but by Little Julie. Every detail was perfect, the school uniform, the shoes, the hair in pigtails and most important of all, the girlish way of speaking. I greeted her as Uncle Tim. She never knew me as just Jerry’s friend Tim, not even for a second. The mask never slipped.

As Uncle Tim, I sent the evening chatting with Jerry, while Little Julie made the tea and served biscuits. It was explained to me that Little Julie had been a bad girl and, sadly, needed to be punished. It was for her own good, as she meekly agreed.

After tea and biscuits, Little Julie was punished. For quite a long time, in fact. After that, with a very pink bottom, she was allowed to thank Uncle Tim. 

As I left the apartment, Little Julie demurely said goodbye, her eyes cast down. Every detail of her clothing and her behaviour remained exactly that of a schoolgirl aged thirteen and a half. There was never the slightest hint of Carol, the highly professional doctor in her thirties.

The details can be so important. My favourite detail was Carol’s Scottish accent. I have no idea why.

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Dina and Amir

Dina and Amir are a wealthy Lebanese couple with business interests in several countries. We met several years ago, when they attended one of my formal fetish dinner parties. They are a handsome couple, highly educated and charming. We became good friends and they shared their fantasies with me, thinking to act them out for real when they are in London.

Dina is educated, elegant and pretty, so it was no problem to find two handsome black guys to entertain her at her apartment off Sloane Square. (She has a thing for black guys – can’t think why…)

Soon, Dina, came up with something as a treat for Amir, who enjoys the cuckold role. For this, I enlisted the help of Mistress Elita Darling, a top-level, sophisticated and beautiful dominatrix. You can see her interviewed on my internet TV channel at https://kfstv.net/  

Dina and I didn’t tell Amir where we were going. He had no idea. I drove us to Elita’s place in Kensington and he was pretty impressed when Elita opened the door. She looked lovely.

Immediately, Elita instructed Amir to strip, which he did. Elita locked his cock into a chastity gadget, led him to her boudoir and put him, naked, into a cage. We left Amir there, helpless, while Elita, Dina and I had tea.

Elita took Dina gently by the hand and led her through to the boudoir, where there was a big double bed with silk sheets. Elita gently teased Dina with a soft suede flogger as Amir could only watch from the cage, his cock firmly locked. The two women pleased each other for an hour or more, while I left them to it. (I slipped across the road to read the paper in a coffee shop.)

They texted and I returned to the apartment. Dina was a bit breathless, but very happy. She unlocked Amir’s cage, undid the chastity lock, threw his clothes at him and ordered him to dress. 

I dropped Dina and Amir back at Sloane Square. I could tell that he was pretty desperate to orgasm, but I have no idea when Dina allowed it

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A Very Exclusive Party at a Beautiful Country House near Paris

February 9, 2021 by Tim Woodward

Gérard Musy

The Red-Hot  SM/Art Event. Saturday 10th September 2022
« Mephostophilis : (…) and his (Dr.Faustus’) labouring brain
Begets a world of idle fantasies 
To overreach the devil; but all in vain:
His  store of pleasures must be sauc’d with pain. »  
sc. XIX  v. 13-16
Doctor Faustus (1594) Christopher Marlowe

Starring Lady Mephista (Berlin).Co-starring Mistress Audrey Fatale (Melbourne), Mistress Isabella Sinclaire (New York)

Red attire is the theme of this new event.

THE INTERNATIONAL HIGH-SPIRITED FETISH EVENT 

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The party takes place in a medieval chapel in the grounds of a beautiful country home, South of Fontainebleau, just outside of Paris. 

The event will begin at 5pm, with champagne in the garden, and appetisers in the house where a photography exhibition will be held. 

We will proceed to an atmospheric candlelit dinner in the chapel with distinguished guests (40 persons max.) dressed in fetish costume (dinner jacket and full evening gown optional), with top dominatrixes.

After dinner, four different spectacular and original photographic shows will be projected on the wall of the chapel :Lady Mephista Show,The Red-Hot Mistresses Show *, Mistress Isabella Sinclaire Show and the traditionnal and legendary Beyond  Show**. 

All these unique shows can only be seen at this event.

To crown the night, The Devilish Mistress of the Night  Lady Mephista will start the play with perverted BDSM scenes… 

The event usually ends late at night around three in the morning

*All the Mistresses attending the event will be offered a previous photo-session and the photos will be included in this Show.

**Beyond is a collection of 108 photographs depicting BDSM scenes captured from 1981 to 2014. The photographs, mainly black and white with only the occasional swirl of red, depict scenes in clubs, mistress’s dungeons and intimate surroundings. The already powerful scenes are amplified by an inner narrative that transcends the screen and throws the observer’s mind into a vortex of light and shade. The Beyond Show is driven by a specially composed music score, in surround sound, that will further enhance the viewer’s experience of total immersion in the scenes depicted and propel them into a world of vivid imagination. 

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Champagne + three course dinner + wine + photo shows + play

€ 500 per couple  (€250 per person)  

  • A special and unique case including The Lustre  DVD-Book  and the  four Photo Shows HD files – only available at this party.
  • For couples who previously attended my party, a unique and original RC  (18x24cm) vintage print  from de series Lustre will be given instead.

€1,200 per couple  (€1,000 per one person)    

  • + A 30×24 cm unique and rare vintage silver gelatin photograph from the Lustre series (150 images), printed by myself, according to your choice if still available. The very same print is worth twice as much at gallery price.
  • + The Lustre DVD-Book case +The four Photo Shows HD files.

A 12 PHOTO PORTFOLIO OF MISTRESS ISABELLA SINCLAIRE AND ONE OF LADY MEPHISTA WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE DURING THE EVENT.

It’s easy to reach the house: one hour by car from Paris, just a little longer by train. Orly airport is nearby. A special car service will be available to and from the house. If needed, taxis can be booked too.

There are many different places nearby to stay after the event, from extravagant suites in a castle, to charming Bed and Breakfast inns. Please ask for the list.

For further information and to book tickets to the dinner and shows, email to gerardmusy@gmail.com or call  +33 6 20 66 67 70

See a video from the 2019 party here: https://vimeo.com/378807161

See a video from the 2020 party here: https://vimeo.com/507896528

See Gerard’s work here: gerardmusy.com 

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Sex Machines !

November 12, 2020 by Tim Woodward

At our Chardmore Society parties, people love the sex machines. Women love to try out the Sybian, the Motorbunny and various types of f-machine. They often feel a bit nervous at first until one is daring enough to try – then they see the effect and line up for a turn…

I bought most of this stuff from my favourite specialists, sexmachines.co.uk

They have every possible type of sex machine you can imagine, from the big ones you need to pack away in the loft or garage when the kids are around, to discreet little ones. There’s even one that is cunningly disguised as a small toolbox

The Sybian is pretty much the Rolls Royce of sex machines. The Cowgirl is similar. The Love Rider needs no electricity and in controlled by the woman herself. There’s even one called the Gangbang, which can serve four women at once – that’s what you call a hen party…

There’s a Bondage Love Machine, on which you can be restrained. And that reminds me – of course these machines can be used on men as well. Dominant women take note!

There’s even a dual penetration sex machine. You don’t need me to explain that one, do you…

At the moment, there’s £200 off the Caesar Love Machine, which comes with all kinds of extras – even a smartphone holder, for music while you cum. I kid you not. It’s reduced from £549 to £349 for  limited time

sexmachines.co.uk have a UK phone number for queries, free UK deliveries over £50 and you can even get interest-free credit with Klarna. 

To see the full range, go to sexmachines.co.uk 

Ceasar 4.0 Love Machine
Wilie Wanka Pro Mk II
Sybian

Bondage Love Machine in use
Bondage Love Machine
Cowgirl

Diva Tool Box Lover
DO Fucking Machine
International Rockin Chair

Love Rider
Sex Doll Sam

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