Legends of Dominance - 15
Legends of Dominance - 15 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Mistress Amanda
- Interview With Mistress Amanda
- By Douglas Harris
To many people, Seattle is a far-away place where it always rains. To a few fortunate slaves it is the home of a very private, beautiful, and haunting woman - a professional Dominatrix by the name of Amanda. We thought Attitude readers would be most interested in meeting Mistress Amanda, learning something about Her, and in seeing a few selected photos of Her and Her incredible dungeon. Prior to the interview, all we knew was that She possessed a captivating voice and that She is a professional Dominant.
Most of us can readily recall a time when we met someone who quite literally took our breath away. Such was the case when Mistress Amanda opened the door. There before me was an exceptionally beautiful woman - far from the image I had so stereotypically expected when meeting a professional Dominant.
Amanda is 26 years old and should grace the pages of Vogue magazine.
Her natural five feet nine inch height was magnified by the magnificent pair of five-inch stiletto-heeled, patent leather boots She was wearing. She was a gorgeous vision with striking blonde hair and clear blue eyes set off with black leather, black seamed stockings, held firm by an especially curvaceous, black leather corset and accented by a black leather jacket, studded collar, and supple black leather gloves. All was of the finest quality and obviously specially tailored for Her figure and unique talents.
Moments later, i found myself on my knees, crawling to follow the Mistress as She pulled on my leash and took me on a guided tour of Her domain, i was given a simple rule to follow. In Her soft, but commanding manner She said, "I have simple rules for all slaves, especially male slaves. Do exactly as I direct and remain on your knees at all times. For you, i grant a special permission not normally accorded a newcomer. Because this is an interview, you may speak and ask questions without first asking permission."
i was amazed to realize that i actually felt gratitude and privileged to be allowed this slight exception, i was taken first into the Victorian parlor. It is a large room, exquisitely decorated, with genuine antique furnishings, a rich red carpet, textured wall paper, and a lovely stone fireplace. One corner held a vanity with a large mirror, another an armoire, and then a poster bed in one fully mirrored corner, i was too impressed to even think of a question, much less ask one.
There followed a virtually antiseptic white doctor's examining room. Every little detail was meticulously finished down to the stainless steel sink, shower, and specially equipped toilet. The examining table itself was of professional quality, padded and rubber covered. Behind the table was a mirrored wall.
And then came the dungeon itself. If ever there was a correct usage for the word "dungeon", this was the time. As i looked around i could see the same fine attention to detail that marked the other rooms as well. The Mistress' majestic throne in one corner was specially lighted. There was a gray stone wall with iron shackles along one side, and set a set of stocks.
Then another fully mirrored wall with a large rope-bed in the center. The mirrors went all the way over to a 12- foot high, fully mirrored suspension area. The other two walls were equipment-filled flat black. Then i began-to notice specific details.
In one corner, there was an iron cage, and inside, her wrists chained behind her back, was a hooded female slave, kneeling respectfully. In the suspension corner i could see a second figure dressed as a French maid, tightly bound, full-head harness and gag. But this time it was a male slave, as evidenced by the weights hanging from his genitals and nipple clamps, while he himself was suspended.
The Mistress Amanda was seated on Her regal throne, waiting for me to regain some sense of normalcy so the actual interview could begin, i hardly knew where to start, there was so much of every fantasy or fetish. For an experienced interviewer, i was quite speechless. What follows is an unedited text of our conversation.
DH: "I really don't know where to start, i am most impressed by you, personally and by this entire arrangement. It is not what i expected at all, it is more than what i have fantasized about."
MA: "How so?"
DH: "When i learned that you are a professional Dominant, i conjured up this image of a stern looking Dominant and a stark, almost Spartan, but efficient dungeon. Instead, i find You are not only a beautiful person, but have a fantastic dungeon. Of all the interviews and dungeons i have seen, this is clearly the most impressive. Three complete rooms, each devoted to a special fantasy and each done in classic style."
MA: "That is quite typical of male slaves. You automatically make a series of assumptions, usually wrong, about Dominants and dungeons. Besides, this isn't fantasy, this is my lifestyle.
DH: "Do You dislike men?"
MA: "I adore men. They make darling little pets and playthings, but they expect more than they deserve."
DH: "What do they expect?"
MA: "Exactly what you expected. They expect Me to cater to their expectations and to conform to some unwritten, incorrect code of what a Dominant should be. They soon learn that they will cater to my needs and expectations.
DH: "Let me change the subject. How long have you been a Dominant?"
MA: "At a very young age I discovered, quite by accident, that my father's tender feelings toward me made him wonderfully vulnerable to my manipulations and dominant tactics. Throughout my adolescence, I found that many males would willingly play victim to my whims in hopes of fulfilling their expectations. The family chauffeur, for example, was particularly easy to use, maneuver and dominate. I loved all the attention and expensive gifts I received, and still do."
DH: "Is that why you became a professional Dominatrix?"
MA: "There was never a specific point when I choose to become a professional; rather it was a matter of evolution. While my subjects do provide me with a great deal of I independence, I consider them as students, seekers, or slaves, rather than clients. I do this because it gives me great pleasure and satisfaction. I fill a submissive's needs, as well as my own, and I express my real self through control and domination."
DH: "i see that You have a female slave. Do You have others?"
MA: "Oh, I have many luscious females. One girl in particular, my protégé, Christine, has quite a streak of devil in her. I am teaching her some of the finer secrets of the art of domination. Then, of course, there are the women who come to me to learn to control their mates or to add a little spice to their relationship."
DH: "Would you ever allow a male slave to watch or participate in the training of one of your female slaves?"
MA: "Occasionally, I will allow one of my male slaves to observe a training session, but NEVER participate. Let me make this very clear: This planet is the natural domain of women, not men! In my presence, all men take their proper place, on their knees. Right where you are."
DH: "Do you have your own fantasies?"
MA: :1 have goals, not fantasies. We are in a classic dungeon, but it is not the ultimate one. Fabulous, thought it may be, it is but a step toward my supreme goal - which is to have a complete Victorian Mansion, with ample private grounds, security, and space to expand My School of Discipline."
DH: "What do You seek in a prospective slave?"
MA: "I insist on certain enduring qualities in any prospective slave. I am looking for that rare individual who combines stamina, enthusiasm, devotion, and integrity - the kind of person whose life reflects these qualities. Therefore, how a slave approached me initially, and handles himself during the first interview, often determines how much energy and time I am willing to invest in his training and conditioning. The 'proper' slave is usually successful in life, prominent in the outer world, but still inwardly craves the need to indulge a basic submissiveness.
DH: "What is the most challenging aspect of training a slave?"
MA: "Encouraging them. Letting them know that it is safe to be scared, vulnerable, and even angry. Being possessed and out of control is scary, but it is an important aspect of their training. They must learn to submit to Me and these feelings."
DH: "How can a prospective slave apply to You?"
MA" They can call at (206) 241-6666 or write to Me and request an application, by sending their letter and a SASE to me at M. Amanda Victoria, PO Box 20341, Seattle WA 98102. If they sound interesting, then perhaps I will reply."
DH: "i would like to ask You about the maid-slave over there?"
MA: "My French maid? That little slut has been in my service for quite a long time and has earned the privilege of cleaning my house. I like to keep her down here, as you see her, so that she can concentrate on doing a good job."
DH: "Is there a major difference between a female slave and a male slave?"
MA: "There are many. At the end of a session, a man is either sent on his way or bound and caged for the night. Whereas the woman, who has done an especially good job, may be allowed to sleep, chained, at the foot of my bed."
DH: "How long does a session last, typically?"
MA: "It depends upon the slave. My local slaves have regular training schedules, which last anywhere from two to several hours. When I am visiting with an out-of-town slave, I generally require at least half a day, sometimes longer. After all, some of these slaves may have traveled a considerable distance and I want to be sure that their training and travel time is efficiently used. I have much to cover with them, and I want to ensure that My lessons are clearly understood and that these slaves benefit from their training."
DH: "Is Your goal to have a lot of slaves?"
MA: "Not at all. But I am searching for that very special, select few, that meet My standards and can serve Me properly. Now I consider this interview at an end, and you are given permission to crawl to the door, as soon as I have removed your leash."
For more information write: M. Amanda Victoria , Seattle, WA
This interview was from Goddess Dianna Vesta's Attitude Magazine , Issue 10
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english
Mistress Angel Stern
Interview unavailable
Mistress Angelina
- From Corporal Newspaper , " Mistress Michelle Speaks Out!,"
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- Vol. 7, No. 18, Sept 1984
At the end of my columns I have stated I attend all the Corporal parties. Let me clarify this, I attend all the Corporal parties in Detroit. However, I did attend the Corporal party on July 28th at Club "O", and found the owners to be very friendly. Of course I did have slave Joe with me and I did a show. I plan to attend more of these parties in New York and to do a show at each party. I met many nice people at the party, however, most thought my show was too heavy, but that's B&D and I'm a real Mistress, not someone who plays games. I plan to attend the next party that Corporal has when they find a new place to hold them.After attending the Club "O" party, my slave and I, accompanied by Mistress Angelina and her friend, went to Hellfire.
This was my first time at Hellfire and it wasn't as bad as everyone told me. Everyone told me how dirty it was, but it really wasn't that bad! I did not do a show there, I only observed. I saw a girl there who was perhaps in her early twenties, blonde, teased hair, heavy makeup, short black dress, black nylons and high-heeled shoes, who was a real knockout. At first I saw her in line for the John, but I later found out she was trying to get a few guys for a gang bang! From what I was told, she had already fucked and sucked several guys.
This girl's thing was to be a slut and to dress like one and act like one. As the evening progressed, I saw her head for one of the back rooms with five or six guys. I stood around for a moment then went back and watched her suck and fuck these guys. She was on all fours, doggie style, a cock in the rear, one in her hand and another in her mouth. When one guy finished, another took his place. Overall, she did about ten to fifteen guys. This was a big turn on, and when everyone was done, they left her all alone to clean herself up. She fixed her hair, makeup and walked into the main part of the club.
Not that this story is so unusual, but it made me think. What would make a beautiful young girl want to act like such a slut. I'm not talking about someone who is average looking, but about someone who is exceptionally beautiful. Then you must consider she is not the only one out there like this, there are many. So why would someone who could have the world by the ass, lower herself to this level? No, not just to get a nut! I get a nut all the time and I don't act like that! So what makes girls act this way?
It could possibly be due to a fetish for clothing, hair or makeup added to a sexual act. If you haven't guessed by now, that's what this column is about. Clothing, whether for practical or ornamental purposes, is a most influential factor in the sexual development of the individual. Fashion can be as important in shaping the sexual mores of a country as culture itself. Just the changing styles of undergarments can effect the development of the undergarment fetishist, so too can the constantly changing styles of outer clothing effect the clothing fetishist. While there is nowhere near the number of such fetishists (the undergarment fetishist being more prevalent, as it generally connotes a much more implicit sexual reaction), to be sure, there are those who become fetishistically attached to various outer garments. Without going into a history of costumes, we have learned down through the years, that the more sophisticated a society is, the more impractical the clothing in that society becomes. Once the basic need for protection from the elements has been solved, the methods become refined to the point that creators become more concerned with styles. In today's society of planned obsolescence, the styles change rapidly. While many styles are pleasing to the eye, it can be safely argued that many of them are impractical.
The Coronation by Mistress Angelina
In the many letters I receive, at parties, and out at the clubs, a lot of people will tell me that they enjoy my writings; then ask, "are the stories you write true?".
I will say this to all of you, the introductions to my stories are always true and sometlmes the stories are true.
What I am writing for you now is factual. All of it happened, and when you read it, you may feel good or bad about it, but the fact remains that it is all true. I have in my possession two trophies, a wall plaque & a crown, all in honour of being chosen as "QUEEN ANGELINA", MISTRESS OF THE MONTH & QUEEN OF SPANKING. My point being, not all of you in the scene are jerks and assholes. Most of you are longing for the chance to be with a Mistress, fulfilling your fantasies & playing B&D games. A handful of you know what respect is all about and you recognize a SUPERIOR WOMAN when you see her. Some of you know how to show respect and grovel to a MISTRESS. Then we have the jerks, and when I run into a jerk, I turn away and will not bother with him.
I have the exclusive right to pick and choose the slaves I want to be with. By acting like a royal jerk, you will not get my attention.....
Two years ago I was at Club LeScenes one night and the club was full of people. Mistress Honey, the club's owner was having a spankers contest, the slaves would be the losers no matter what, but the first Mistress to bring a slave off the spankers bench in an upright position, by spanking him, would be the winner. I was about to watch the activities of the evening when Mistress Honey requested that I enter the contest.
I would, not knowing in advance, win this contest and go on to become MISTRESS OF THE MONTH that evening. I had not prepared myself for all of this and I was thinking of backing out and watching rather, than participating with my personal slave, a TV slave of mine and a few of my friends, we were talking and laughing and having a good time. Then a male who calls himself a stave, actually he is the biggest JERK I have ever run across, buts into my conversation. He wanted to have a session with me, when I told him my rules he insisted that we skip the rules and get right down to the session. He said he had a right to have a session with me. I refused him and turned my back, his last remark to me was that I did not know how to have a real session and that is why I would not have one with him. This asshole was soon to find out that insulting me was the wrong way to get my attention.
As time wore on this jerk was running around the club telling anyone who would listen that no Mistress would win the contest as he was going to be one of the slaves and his ass was like leather and no Mistress could spank him hard enough to bring him off the bench. I thought for a few minutes and I was confident that I could spank this jerk and give his ass hell, I was not interested in winning anything; all I wanted to do was spank this jerk, so I told my TV slave to quickly inform Mistress Honey that I would enter the contest. I watched as the other Mistresses took turns with the slaves that entered the contest, I gracefully took my turn with each slave as they were eliminated from the contest and at the end, this jerk was the only one left. I sat on the corner of the stage and watched as each of the other four Mistresses took turns spanking him. Your choice of spanking equipment, by the rules, was a wooden hair brush, a leather slapper or your hand. This jerk had gone four rounds and had been spanked by each Mistress, now it was my turn. I stepped onto the stage and Mistress Honey held out the slapper and the brush to me, I waved them away and decided to use my hand. Yes I spanked the jerk with my hand and after awhile he stood up straight and said, "I give in." That night, I was awarded a trophy for the best spanking, and another trophy for Mistress Of The Month, both of which sit on my bookcase and always remind me of the royal jerk.
As time passed I have run into this jerk several times. He has written to me and called me to beg for a session, I have ignored all of his pleas because he does not want to be a slave to me. He wants to prove a point to himself and I will not allow this jerk to exploit me to prove to himself that he can have a session with me or be spanked by me.
In April of this year Mistress Donnie from the Paddle Club informed me that I was chosen to be crowned "QUEEN ANGELINA", Mistress Of The Month for June and that my coronation would be advertised and held on June 14th.
On the night of June 14th, I went to New York, had a dinner party with my close friends and finally entered the club dose to midnight.
The lights were dim, there were many people in the club, some of them I knew and some I did not know. Excitement was in the air and everyone was having a good time. There were many scenes going on in each corner of the club, Mistress, Donnie and my good friend Mistress Cheri and myself spent some time doing scenes with a few selected slaves that night. We were having fun, after all tormenting slaves is what I live for. The Queen awaiting her crown was enjoying herself and the slaves who were being tormented were grateful to have ANGELINA pay attention to them.
Mistress Donnie informed me that it was time for the coronation, I went to the back room of the club, secured the staves who were to worship me and the lights in the club went down very tow, the music was playing and Master Michael was about to introduce me to the center of the floor, "PADDLES MISTRESS OF THE MONTH, QUEEN ANGELINA".
At that moment I heard a voice behind me, "Hey Angetina, I wanna get a session with you", my first thoughts were that someone was playing a trick on me, it was a joke, right? I turned around slowly, it was no joke, it was not a trick it was a nightmare, there stood the royal jerk, bugging me again to have a session with him, does this creep not understand the engtish language??? I told him to fuck off.
The moment was here. Master Michael announced that Mistress Agetina would now be crowned QUEEN OF THE MONTH. Royal music could be heard, everyone was still waiting, watching for THE DOMINANT ANGEL, MISTRESS ANGELINA to enter the center of the floor, not one person in the room knew what her reactions would be, no one knew what she would do, not even her personal slave, as she tells him nothing of her plans beforehand.
It had begun, stave bruce entered the floor carrying the long red velvet robe, followed by a cute TV maid carrying flowers for QUEEN ANGELINA, next was slave ron, who had an ashtray strapped to his face and would serve the Mistess as her personal ashtray for the evening.
The time was now, she appeared, THE DOMINANT ANGEL, MISTRESS AGELINA, MISTRESS OF THE MONTH, followed by Mistress Donnie who was carrying her crown and her scroll, slave bruce placed the robe on Angelina, the TV slave knett in front of her and presented her with the flowers, slave ron knelt in silence and waited for the ashtray to be used, Mistress Donnie placed the crown upon QUEEN ANGELINA'S beautiful head, the proclamation was read and MISTRESS AGELINA was to be known as QUEEN ANGELINA.. .. Following the crowning, the center of the floor was cleared and while the tights were dimmed, Mistress/Queen Angelina, dressed in tight black lycra pants, black leather spike heels and a see thru silk black tuxedo shirt trimmed in silver satin, looked around the room and with the flicker of one finger motioned to her personal slave to come to her. He did as was commanded of him, knelt before his Mistress and awaited her next move, in silence. The Mistress/Queen toyed with the slave`s hair, walked around him, caressed him and pinched at his nipples through his shirt. She then motioned for him to strip and without question he did as he was instructed, he removed his clothes , and clad only in a black g-string took his place again in front of the Mistress/Queen on his knees, head bent forward and his eyes cast to the floor. He knows that he is not allowed to took upon the beauty of his Mistress/Queen unless he is instructed to do so, or unless he asks permission and is granted it.
This is a well trained stave, a good slave and most of all a faithful slave. .... The silence in the room was devastating. This slave does as he is instructed without words. All it takes is a stare from his Mistress/Queen or a flicker of her finger. He knows what is expected of him and he does it, a good slave is always rewarded for his performance, as this slave would soon be.
The Mistress/Queen toyed with the slave, tormented him by pinching his nipples and cock with her long red nails, she sat on his back and rode him like a horse, she allowed him to worship her feet and legs, she slapped his face for touching her with his lips, she pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him so hard on the lips that he was in pain, a pain he would endure forever just to have his Royal Mistress/Queen pay attetion to him. Mistress Angelina
I been to paddles several times. June 1st, 1983 I attended a Corporal party. It was held at Paddles Club. At the time the club was located at 140 West 24th St, in New York. Owned by Michael and Donni. At first slave joe and I almost had to pay admittance to the party . We were the featured act! As it worked out Sandy York came to our rescue. Paddles unfortunately was to small to accommodate the crowd of the party. I mean the place was packed! Even though Paddles, at that location, was small , what impressed me were Michael and Donni. They are two really nice people, to tell you how nice they were, we were even welcomed over the PA system. ( slave joe and myself ). Its not everywhere where they make you feel like you`re at home. In the course of the night we did our show , talked to many wonderful people and meet new ones. I was one of the last to leave, and several times they asked me if I was enjoying myself. Shows they care. So if you plan on visiting New York I think Paddles is the place! Even though it was small, you can cannot pass up not visiting.
I also want to mention Mistress Mir from New Jersey, she was kind enough to put me up during my stay in New York. Originally I wanted to do a photo shoot with her, but it seemed neither of us could make time. Perhaps next visit! I would like to hear from any New York Mistresses or in the area that would like to do a photo shoot with me. Call 760 949 2050 or e-mail , evil.angel@verizon.net, I will make a special trip for photos. I wrote this for my column in Corporal Newspaper in the early 80's.
--Mistress Michelle
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