Helle De Jour

Pfffwaaaah!

A breath of fresh air from the always amusing Laura Antoniou.

"It's when it becomes commingled with fact and history that pushes my buttons. For crying out loud, people, if you really want to be known as Mistress Anorexia of the Clan Slimfast, I don't care! No one cares! But when you try to tell people that your secret clan of ninja BDSMers goes back 100 years to the founding members in Budapest, and these are the secret rituals and clothing styles passed down by the Daughters of Dementia, and then you pass this kiddie crap off as real - come on. Just because a lot of people are gullible doesn't mean everyone is. Pull the hype back a bit and cop to the fact you made it up."

Read more: http://www.iron-rose.com/marketplace/keynote.htm

Humor. It's just utterly impossible and somehow disingenuous to approach BDSM without some measure of amusement. At least I can't. If we're not going to giggle at some point in the session, I'm quite likely not the domme for you.

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

Not only did I have my cake...

But I ate him, too.

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

p.s. Again, photo is courtesy of the lovely and talented Mistress Shiva.

Battered Up!

More from my cannibalism/splosh session!

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

p.s. Photo is courtesy of the lovely and talented Mistress Shiva.

Greased Lightning

From our darling houseboy Charles, after tonight's P.E.S. electrical session...

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So I was summoned to the Rapture chambers for an experiment in shock
treatment (Not for the weary!) by the vivacious Mistress Cherry Esplanade. I
tried to get out of it, but was met by a stern warning from Madame Rouge and
an extra ribbing from Mistress Gia Maize, so my fate was planned! After
arriving at the Rapture enclave, I was greeted warmly by the Ladies and
introduced to 2 new tormenters.

As luck would have it, I was basically there
to be used (of course!) to the delight of the Ladies and as an introduction
to shock therapy for the newer Ladies. As I laid there like a lab rat,
listening to the instruction of Mistress Cherry, the eyes of the other
Mistresses widened as Mistress Cherry explained what was about to happen and
as I pleaded to be let out of this, it was as if all the Ladies laughed at
my attempt to wiggle out of the situation.

So, as I am laying there
listening to the electrodes warming up, I get nervous because I've only been
'shocked' once and although I wasn't harmed, it was still scary imagining
having currents flow through the part of your body you use for reproduction
purposes. If nothing else, Mistress Cherry was concerned for my well-being
(or at least She gave me that impression) and Mistress Gia and Madame Rouge
assisted in bringing my comfort level to the point where I wouldn't jump out
and run out on the street nude, so I thank the 3 of Them for that, but I
still feared being electrocuted like Bugs Bunny in one of his many cartoons!

As the current flowed into my 'manhood', I was a little frightened but eased
up when I realized that it wasn't all that bad. This went on for several
minutes with Mistress Cherry alternating different knobs and controls to see
what my reactions were and the more She experimented, the more I got
comfortable with it. So like any foolish man, my male ego gets in the way
and I start to tell Mistress Cherry to give me more 'juice'. Boy did I pay
for that!! Although She didn't 'burn' me by turning the knob completely up,
She did give me a shock that had me screaming so loud that my mother, who
lives in the Bronx, called me to ask if I were ok! :-)

But, nevertheless, I
write this at my residence, all body parts intact and sanity still here!
Thank You, Mistress Cherry for an interesting night and I will boldly write
that I am ready to take more when You are ready to give more!

Today's Domme Confessional

Sometimes I am unnerved by how much the word "Teterboro" arouses me.

xxxMCE

L'Affaire du Tup

Mistress Cherry enjoys few social gatherings more than a Tupperware Orgy.

Seriously, a friend of hers wrote it and you should go see it. Even the NY Times says so, and they're almost always correct at least some of the time.

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

Taking the cake.

My dear sister Domina, the lovely and talented Mistress Shiva assisted me on the second of my elaborate cannibalism scenes with my most favored sub Venom. Sadly, no pictures were taken at his first session with me (head to toe meat mummification in 3lbs of mortadella!), but this is the first nibble of images from this week's dessert escapade. More to come quite soon, I assure you. Just didn't want anyone going hungry.

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

Mr. Edison would be all chuffed.

Aw golly, wanna hear my voice in the privacy of your own home, office or bunker? I recorded a little story for you. It costs to listen to it, but the first three minutes are free if you just want a little nibble. E-mail me (use the contact form on the right) if you want me to send you a coupon.

Nibble.

xxxMCE

Beat You In St. Pete!

Or, if beating's not your thing, how 'bout some OTK, worship/smothering, electrical (with advance notice only), verbal humiliation (yummy!), splosh, or whatever else our deliciously twisted minds can devise. I'll be in the Sunshine State's Tampa/St. Pete area from 4/22 - 4/25 and can offer the discretion and security of a lovely hotel room, and the creative expertise of a kinky, crafty, NYC pro-domme. I'm be checking PMs and e-mails throughout my stay, so fire away.

I'll make ya ache where the sun don't shine.

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

Vaulted and Exalted

Ahem.

The current issue of Vault Magazine (the one with the cover photo of a very moist Mistress Sade, also of Rapture NYC - and yes, I've been referring to her as "Moistress Sade") features a story of mine, complete with a festive two-page photo spread. No doubt it's suitable for framing. Framing whom, I'm not certain, but be a dear and pick one up, wouldja?

xxxMCE

Carrot / Stick

As of late, there’s been much chatter on the Max Fisch message boards on the topic of financial domination.

Some find it crass and/or off-putting, while others find it to be their raison d’etre. As for me – while I’d never say no to some carefully-chosen roses or a bottle o' bubbly, I’ve got the skills to pay my own bills, thank you very much.

But, I’ve one exception. Meet Claudette.

I adopted Mlle. Lapin from the lovely people at the New York Rabbit Rescue & Rehab, and I’m awfully grateful to them for the work that they do. So much so, that I’ve made a special deal with my dungeon. If you come in to session with me at Rapture, and can offer proof that you’ve made a donation to the NYRR&R, I’ll extend your session by fifteen minutes.

There – my bunny has dommed you. Don’t you feel all warm and fuzzy?

xxxMistress Cherry Esplanade

Maid to order.

Well, to order YOU, at the very least.

"Kinky" is using a feather...

"BDSM" is using the entire feather duster.

Less dust...

...more bust.

Is that a whippet on your leg...

...or are you just happy to see me?

xxxMCE

Current Events (Update)

The reviews (well, review) are (is) in.

My P.E.S. Electrical session with Captyve.

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Session at Rapture with Mistress Cherry and PES
04/01/05 11:00 AM

I received an e-mail from a domme who suggested that I see Mistress Cherry of Rapture for a session with her PES unit, if I were interested in electro-genitorture.I went to Rapture, the dungeon in Tribeca. It was spotlessly clean and recently renovated. They have three operating dungeons and are renovating a fourth. My session was in the medical room. I was handcuffed, naked, to a OB-GYN table with my legs in the stirrups when Mistress Cherry walked in. She is tall, attractive, has long black hair which she used to brush across my body during the session, hazel-green eyes, pale white skin, a dazzling smile with strong white teeth---more about that later. It was an interrogation scenario. After whipping the soles of my feet and severe and prolonged dildo rape, she started on the PES electro-torture. It was dazzling, sparking my interest, as it were. She had an anal loop, cock ring, penis corona, and testicle belt attached to me and the unit during the course of the interrogation. The electric charge from the anal loop through my body to the cock ring was convulsive. After she had gotten all the answers from me, with the PES on torture--like red hot needles piercing your body--she embarked upon an experiment for her own delight, which caused the session to run over well past the appointed 90 minutes. Still naked and handcuffed to the table, I was at her mercy when she put the PES unit on erotic and toyed with me for at least an hour, keeping me erect, purple, and on the edge of an explosive ejaculation. She had another domme walk in and watch as she controlled my twitching erect cock through the PES unit. As Mistress Cherry saw me writhe with agony/pleasure, she needed that extra tactile fix that really good dommes require. She bent over me, with both of her hands adjusting the PES unit to keep a pulsating throbbing electro-charge from my anus to the head of my penis, licked my nipples erect, and then taking each nipple in its turn between her teeth, bit down while running her tongue across the nipple. I arched my back from the agony/pleasure throbbing in my anus to my cock to my nipples. Drained, it only ended when another domme mistakenly came in early to announce that her other two-hour appointment had arrived.

GiaMaize is building up a dungeon and a stable of dommes that this city needs.

Kinky Roots

When did you first realize that you weren’t like the other little
kiddies? I’ve always been deeply fascinated by the origins of people’s
personal fetishes. Was it seeing little, pigtailed Sally slip in a mud
puddle on the playground, exposing her white, cotton panties for all
the world to see? Perhaps Sister Annuncianatta caned your bared
hindquarters to a candy-apple hue in front of the whole class when she
caught you distracted by a naughty daydream. Or maybe big-bosomed
Auntie Mary just happened to offer up one heck of a saucy enema.
Whatever it was, I wanna hear it. Use the contact link on the right.

After all, it’s for science.

xxxMCE

Current Events

More detailed account in just a bit, but wanted to note that in the past week, I've made a jaunt to the electrical Mecca of P.E.S.'s The Studio in deliciously depraved Las Vegas, NV, AND got to pop my electrical cherry in a *stimulating* extended roleplay session with Captyve at my dungeon RaptureNYC.

My goodness.

I have never in my life felt more wholly in control of another person's soul and skin and will than I did last night with my submissive bound down to the medical table and writhing in concert with the barest twists of my fingers on the P.E.S. box's dials. I have glimpsed my future, and it is blindingly bright with electrical light.

xxxCherry