My Body is My Own

As a woman society has some expectations of me, throw in being a pretty, natural blonde and those expectations spiral in a different direction.

From a very young age I have been sexualised and objectified. When I was 8 years old a teenage boy pinned me to the play park equipment and tried to get his younger brother to remove my knickers from beneath my dress as I fought them off.

That same day a boy hit me with bamboo because I was on the swings and he wanted to be instead. His right to them was exercised via violence, (my parents however taught me well and I fought off the older boy and his brother and I knocked the bamboo boy off his bike when I next saw him and was armed with my badminton racket). I soon learnt, I am a profitable saleable commodity.

Mistress Envy English Dominatrix

Young blonde English.

My first experience of a “boyfriend,” I use this term loosely as at age 6 our playground boyfriends are ultimately about cute boys dating the girls who can run the fastest.

Simple times right? innocence and joy? no!

When this boyfriend was dumped by myself, he had 6 of his friends, 3 on each end pull a skipping rope around my neck and play tug of war. Thankfully a grown up noticed! In that same week I remember a boy from an older year chasing me around the playground telling me he was going to shag me to death!

Already my body was not my own. I was defined by my image. Encouraged to play with dolls and make house. Bows in my hair and cute shoes.

When I was 12 and on holiday, a man abroad attempted to sexually assault me and ultimately his intentions were to sell me. I had financial value at the hands of men. Fortunately shortly after freezing in fear as he slid his hand beneath my skirt, I ran and sought help from my nearby parents. I live to tell the tale.

Fast forward to my late teens, I have experienced by now grooming online and bullying by a supposed best friend because I wouldn’t have a threesome with her and her boyfriend. My worth and value lay with my sexuality and my reservations rendered me obsolete.

My body was not my own.

I am a good cook, a homemaker, self sufficient. My life thus far had set up with the skills of any traditional housewife. I would be able to clean the house in a flash if my drunk angry husband is coming home and know just how to tip toe around conversations that might upset and result in a raised fist.

I learnt how to be the quiet woman. Just in case.

Fast forward again and I am in adulthood, a woman. I’ve experienced drunken lewd remarks been told I am slut when I politely refuse the drink.

I’ve had my drink spiked on 2 separate occasions.

I’ve had a boyfriend so manipulative and controlling that he literally told me that one day I will stop “playing at work” become his wife and give him a family. No question or concern for my feelings on motherhood.

This same man also told me that if I was to fall pregnant before his intention for me to be pregnant, (again not my decision) I was to not bother him with the inconvenience, hassle or stress of a pregnancy scare. I must simply quietly go and sort it out myself.

A man was deciding when I should or shouldn’t work, what I should wear, when or if I should get pregnant.

My body was not my own.

I sat in a nurses office and explained to the woman I didn’t want the contraceptive injection anymore, I wanted to go back to the pill as the injection was making me gain weight.

“Do not be silly,” I was told and she injected me against my will, my body was not my own.

I discussed career options with co workers and when undecided I was told I should go and start a family. I have ran my own business, been a teacher, literally saved lives. Yet in previous careers, I have lost out on promotions to men or women who have had their children already.

I had to fight with my GP to have the contraceptive implant removed despite how sick it was making me.

My body was not my own.

I am also a capable strong independent woman with a voice.

I am outspoken and fierce and commanding

Strong intelligent and well read. I am caring and have a strong moral compass.

Yet men and even other women, tell me how I should think and feel and that I am hard work for being opinionated or provide anything other then a quiet pretty face to look at or forcibly have sex with.

So often in life we are not allowed to choose, our bodies they don’t belong to us. Some Men will make female issues their issues and tell you you’re over emotional, irrational or straight up wrong.

Know this isn’t a man bash because women wrong me, shame me and make choices about my body too. I don’t doubt or hide from the fact that men experience inequality and judgement too but this post isn’t about you or about those issues.

It’s about how me as a physical being in my own skin, because I was born a female, have had expectation thrust upon me and have repeatedly found myself fighting to protect myself because more often than not the rights or views of my very being have been at the hands of another.

Now I am a dominatrix and I call the shots. I say what goes and how you can feel about me. I hold the power and control what you see of me. I vow to stand up for myself and for other women.

Being a Dominatrix has connected me with incredible women and allowed me to become empowered and forthright and more confident in my body than ever before. I will no longer allow others to dictate for me. I often think to myself “I am a dominatrix” and think of what I do and have achieved and I stand taller as a result.

No longer will my opinions “only be okay” when validated and approved by a man. Equally a submissive can and should be empowered, kink should teach us all up about safety, trust and consent. I am beyond grateful for all that Kink has taught me.

My body is my own and I decide what happens with it!

The Lady Loves Latex

With my ever growing latex rubber clothing collection (thank you all for the Westward Bound vouchers) and my increasing Pleaser heels and boots collection. I firstly want to say how grateful I am for the tributes you give me and the additional gifts.

The thrill and scent of unwrapping the tissue paper and touching my brand new latex clothing, is simply out of this world.

Military Latex

Then pouring my body into this sexy material is well.. Heavenly and exciting and just what this Goddess deserves. Running my hands over my silhouette enjoying the feel as I admire my reflection from all angles.

Latex Rubber Fetish

Receiving such vouchers reaffirms your adoration and worship of me. Additionally it allows me to spoil you all back.

Which some of you deserve others are less worthy but none the less… I have arranged a gorgeous professional photoshoot to show you my divine figure clad in all my shiny new latex.

If you would like a custom image do contact me to discuss..

Pay Tribute in Latex

If you wish to session with me in real-time or via Skype. I do latex worship. Simply state on your communication to me that you have a latex fetish and I will select one of my stunning vibrant ensembles to wear. I love to be clad in latex rubber as I taunt, tease, humiliate and punish you.

Latex Booty Worship

Buy Latex Gift Vouchers

If you are really lucky I might deem you worthy to polish and shine these flawless garments.

Cheerleader Latex

If you wish to see more new stunning latex outfits added to my wardrobe send Westward Bound gift vouchers to I can never have too much rubber.

As a curvaceous tall natural blonde with a small waist, latex hugs in all the right places.. And all colours suit me.

Sexy Latex Nurse

I deserve to wear it and you need to see me in it.

So keep your eyes peeled on my gallery page and get that session booked… it won’t shine itself.

Mistress Envy

CFNM Event

Femdom servitude. It is with great pleasure that I am announcing the South West’s elite leading CFNM event, held at Studio Onyx, Taunton.

CFNM Friday 3rd March 2017

Not only is it in a divinely well-equipped studio but your hostess for the evening is of course Devon and Somerset’s very own Natural blonde goddess of a Dominatrix; Mistress Envy.

Mistress Foot Worship Sessions

I will be hosting and running the event, compiling games, entertainment and administering punishments and rewards.

This will be held on Friday 3rd March 2017 with a very exclusive guest list of 12 men and 12 women. I welcome you all to apply to serve myself and the other divine ladies from 8PM onwards.

Ladies your attendance is free.

Naked men you are to arrive dressed I will instruct you to disrobe and prepare yourself at the beginning of the evening.

Tickets are £30 each and you are each to bring a gift. This gift will be for one of the 12 women. Any gifts directly for me must be in addition to the gift you bring to be given to one of the ladies.

I want all my girls to feel special. This is a great honour and privilege I expect your behaviour and gifts to reflect this.

Contact myself for further details and applications and be sure to include details of hard limits and medical conditions so that I can ensure the evening is customised and personally catered for all as much as possible.

Don’t delay in replying this is an incredibly rare opportunity to not only serve myself for an extended evening but also be in the company of beautiful worthy women that will undoubtedly have you trembling with fear and desire.

All tickets are to be purchased in advance don’t delay as this will sell out quickly.

Do whatever you like Mistress.

Mistress Envy High Heel Worship in Devon.

What I like? Hmm what I like.

I am often asked about what I enjoy.

I advertise a long list of fetishes that I can and will accommodate.

Which one is your favourite Mistress??

Do you enjoy being a disciplinarian, a temptress, a dominatrix?

Do you get more excited about foot worship enquiries or Corporal punishment?

Which fetishes tickle my fancy?

Well if you want to know what makes me hot and bothered, which I’m sure you all do.

However firstly… asking me to do whatever I like must always be within safe and consensual limits I always use the traffic light safety system, and don’t ask me this question if you think you’re being clever, or desire to “catch me out” testing if what I like is what you like… it depends what day it is and my sessions are very tailor based on your interests, experience and what mood I am in.

I enjoy pushing limits, testing the willing submission of those who spend time with me.

I love when I can make someone flinch with apprehension, from a word or a noise. To mentally get inside your head and screw with you. To watch your body tremble as you hold positions for me and do whatever I ask without question. I love respect and when people surrender themselves to me mentally and physically, losing themselves in submission.

I enjoy getting ready for and preparing for a session. A long soak in the bath, moisturising my body. No matter that you aren’t worthy to touch my soft warm flesh, a goddess should feel like one. I enjoy applying my makeup and selecting my outfit. Whilst conjuring up thoughts of what to do that day.

In terms of specific fetishes it’s hard to characterise favourites. It’s really about individual sessions and the responses you give.

As much as I enjoy sissification and maid training. I also adore colouring your body with many implements. I love the sound of hitting you, making you squirm and squeal. I equally adore making you exhausted and helpless. To learn and grow on a journey of self-discovery and truly help you to fulfil your fantasies.

A flick of the whip and turn of the pin wheel are both exciting but it’s more about the response. Does it make you tense, do you remain silent or beg for mercy. It’s all about your reactions.

I personally get excited by adventurous willing. The emails that come from the open-minded and the curious. I am thrilled by loyalty and devotion. The subs, gimps, cuckolds and sissies who go above and beyond. Who keep themselves at the forefront of my mind with their kindness, thoughtful generosity.

Well thought out gifts and bookings done with good periods of notice. The people who mind their manners and put effort into sessions too. When I can see that you are genuinely pushing yourself and opening up to me. When you respect me and want to show your admiration through effort, servitude and gifts. You are my kind of people. Support my lifestyle financially and allow me to offer the services I do and grow my services and equipment collection.

My eyes also light up when cuckold and double-dom requests come in, I love working alongside an alpha male and watching your mind and body react to a double onslaught of torture. Taunting teasing, humiliating you. Making you witness a real man worship your Mistress in ways you can but only dream of. That feeling of untouchable superiority thrills my very soul.

Oh and I grin like no tomorrow when you crumple up in writhing agony because of any controlled method I have chosen.

Ah Bliss.