Review 1:-
The Marbella Dungeon!
This is an account of my visit to Madam Dee; having arranged for a two-day stay with her at her villa in Spain I was greeted at the airport by Madam, and her partner, and driven the short distance to her property. After a quick lunch and having discussed my limits what level of marks I could take I was told it was time for the for the first play session to begin!

I was escorted me to my bedroom and watched as I stripped naked. A leather collar was placed around my neck, and attached a lead, and I was lead into the Dungeon. Stopping only to secure a blindfold around my head I was backed to the St. Andrews Cross, my wrists and ankles spread and locked into leather cuff's, which secured me to the Cross. Madam said she was going to change and would be back shortly. You feel very exposed on the cross, spread as you are with your genitals totally exposed to Madam's attention. The cold tiled floor beneath my bare feet only seemed to add to the experience. A short time later I heard the door open, and the unmistakeable sound of stiletto heels on the tiled floor, suddenly I knew she was standing right in front of me, I could smell her perfume and feel her breath on my face. She rubbed the soft leather of her boot across the top of my thigh, a pleasurable moment, then next a painful one as she pushed the stiletto heel of her boot into my foot. She grabbed my pubic hair with both hands and forced me to stand on my tiptoes, painful and difficult when your ankles are shackled to the cross!

Next she attached a parachute harness to my balls, this device is strapped round your balls tightly. Madam then added weights one at a time until three were suspended from my balls dragging them down, I was made to swing my cock and balls to rotate these weights for Madam's pleasure, the pain of this is made worse by the fact that on the inside of the strap are some raised studs, which with the weight attached, will drag the studs down over the tender skin of you balls. Lastly still in darkness Madam applied hot candle wax to my nipples, chest and cock and balls.  After this the blindfold was removed and I could see Madam in her glory. She was wearing a black leather bra and bondage skirt above her Black thigh boots. Believe me, in this outfit you will not even think of disobeying Madam!

Still wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs I was released from the Cross; A ball gag was secured in my mouth and I was led to her Whipping Bench. My wrists and ankles were attached to the D rings on the bench, and once more I was unable to move. I was aware that my arse was now totally exposed, as Madam dropped hot candle wax on my arse and in the crack between my cheeks. Then, I heard the sound of surgical gloves being put on and felt some sort of lubrication being applied into my arse. I realised that Madam was putting on her Strap On. Reminding me that as her slave I was her property to do with just as she wished, she plunged this into my arse. After what seemed like hours, I was released, my gag removed, and told to lay down on the floor, She towered over me as the sole of her boots ground down on my cock followed by her heels which pushed down into my balls, before being led out on all fours to the outside patio where Madam adjusted her clothing and released a torrent of her Golden Nectar over my face. After licking up any that had splashed her boots and thanking her for her time, the session was over!

After a shower, a short break, and some dinner, Madam escorted me back to my bedroom where she told me I was to experience some bed bondage whilst she watched her favourite TV program and got changed for the evening. Once more I stripped as she waited, A leather hood was placed over my head and tightly laced in position. Placed on my back on the bed, and told that if I did not remain silent I would once more be gagged, my wrists were quickly secured to the bed head above me. I don't know how much time passed before Madam released me, and allowed me to dress and return to the lounge. I only knew that by this time Madam had changed her attire and was looking very glamorous in a lace blouse, short skirt, and sandals; As I relaxed watching TV, chatting with Madam and her partner, I thought play was over for the day, but Madam Dee had a surprise in store.. As the evening drew to a close, I was told to strip there and then, sent to the dungeon, and told to select a riding crop. On my return I knelt before her, and was allowed the pleasure of foot worship to madam before she retired. I removed her sandals slowly and carefully, and licked every part of her bare feet, giving particular attention to the soles and her toes, I was instructed to keep licking until told to stop or change foot. Meanwhile her crop encouraged me if she though I was slacking, in addition to this. After a short time I was told that I had my pleasure I was due for some pain. Bending over nose to the ground I received a dozen lashes from the crop. Finally I kissed her feet and thanked for her time once more and returned to bed with a well-marked arse!

The next morning I was up and showered and enjoying a light breakfast in my dressing gown, when Madam told me not to get dressed, and I was escorted back to my bedroom. Once naked she laced me into the leather hood again, and helped me to lay face down on the bed, my arm's were pulled behind me and put into a tight leather arm binder. Madam told me she was off to bathe and dress, but I was to shout out for mercy if I experienced cramp in my arms. After some time in darkness and solitude of my bondage madam returned and I was released led into the dungeon. This time madam secured the ball gag in place and then once more laced me into the hood, saying that she expected silence from me so the gag was a must. I was secured on the cross again and she left to change. A short time later I heard her heels clicking on the floor. Then I felt the sensation of a pin wheel running down over my chest, and along the length of my cock, She squeezed my nipples pulling them hard, then hot wax dripped on my cock. In my hood I had no idea what she was going to do next. The cuffs were released from the cross, the eye aperture on my hood was opened to give me little vision. Madam led me over to the whipping bench, and I was told to climb up onto it. Once in place the zip was closed, and again I was in darkness. Her boots brushed across my face as my wrists were secured to the D rings at the front of the bench, three leather straps were then tightened across my back, no movement was possible, my arse was now raised awaiting madam's attention. She used her crop, a paddle and lastly her favourite the Cat of nine tails across my arse, and sometimes on the soles of my exposed feet as well, Madam always has a surprise for you even in punishment! I must have received some forty or fifty blows from these instruments of pain as I bit into my gag!

It should be noted that my visit took place before Madam Dee's move to a much larger property near Sevilla which will I'm sure give her much more scope to give slaves an even more interesting break. She will note your limits but she will encourage you to break them and experience new and varied types of BDSM. She and her partner will give you a relaxed break and out of role-play are very good company. I thoroughly recommend Madam Dee, once you have been you will want to return!
By slave d!

Review 2:-
El Marques de Sado!
I had not met Madam Dee prior to this visit, but the pictures on her website, the reviews, and personal recommendations made up my mind, so off to sunny Seville, Andalucia, it was. I went via Gibraltar since Gatwick is so much more convenient for me but there are of course tremendously cheap flights from Stansted and Luton. Either way, you will be collected from the airport by the lovely lady herself - it's forty-five minutes from Gibraltar. but the drive through the countryside is wonderful as is the price of the Duty Free which paid for my flight and half of the holiday! Speaking of costs, the holiday is truly all-inclusive, accommodation, drinks, sessions etc. I spent less than ten pounds and that was when I bought tapas and beer for the three of us twice - it's cheap in this area, as well!

The countryside in this part of the world is breathtaking and totally. I only heard one English voice all week while we were out and about, and we went out almost every day, with Madam Dee's partner, David driving his minibus to Cadiz, the beach opposite Trafalgar, and some lovely real Spanish bars; there is also a 'Venta' (bar) a few minutes walk from the villa and the locals are tremendous fun!

I won't bang on about how good-looking Madam Dee is, there are plenty of pictures on her web site, although I don't think that they do her justice. Suffice to say that as an OTK and leg fancier, I was delighted. Just as important, she laughs a lot which I like, although in session you would not believe it - she can be equally strict and as severe as you wish!

I am not into 'heavy' BDSM and Madam Dee's affiliation with the OWK rather scared me initially, but she assured me that she enjoyed spanking 'naughty boys' as well, so I took the risk. We had at least one full session each day, sometimes in the dungeon, but usually in one of the large, comfortable bedrooms since domestic discipline is really my penchant, so this environment was more appropriate. As an aside, all the rooms are as good a standard as any four star hotel that I have stayed in with air-con, TV and video and large, comfortable beds. After the first day I asked Madam Dee if I could have a short OTK session after perhaps some foot worship in the evening (I always was a bit greedy and just a little cheeky, I'm afraid) so, each evening after she had taken her bath and changed into one of her many beautiful short dresses or skirts, we did just that. On one such evening I massaged and worshipped Ms Dees feet and then she kindly allowed me to paint her toenails; this was another first for me and I will definitely ask to do it again. On two of the days I cleaned all Miss Dees boots and shoes and then had ten whacks with each of them although her counting wasn't too brilliant, I lost count after three hundred - lovely!

Madam Dee had a few other visitors who came and went while I was there, some from the UK and others Spanish. All of them were much more into 'serious' BDSM than myself. One chap who I shared the dungeon with for one session (by mutual consent) was cuffed to the cross, hooded gagged with Madam Dees worn underpants and had seemingly impossible weights suspended on his nether regions while Madam dripped hot wax on him and played with him with various crops. I only mention this not to give away details but so that I do not give the impression that Madam Dee is only a rather sweet Schoolmistress, she adapts at the drop of a hat and is very versatile - if you can take it, she will be only too happy to dish it out. This was another aspect of her personality which I loved; the more that I enjoyed the session, the more that she seemed to (and it would be hard to fake), I was emotionally drained after each session which is precisely what I look for. I have not really been allowed to do 'body worship' before and I won't go into details, suffice to say that, if you behave and don't take liberties, you may be allowed a little treat!

I must briefly mention outfits. I would have been quite happy for Madam Dee to wear the (nice and tight) jodhpurs she had on when she collected me from the airport all week but I also enjoyed the Roman leather and metal tunic, very high thigh boots, numerous very short skirts and the schoolgirl gymslip she wore especially for me on the penultimate day. For me OTK spanking suddenly moved to a new level!

Last but by no means least; they have recently installed a hot tub in the enormous garden. It is an eight man/ woman tub with remote control music and lighting and each evening I soothed my corrugated behind in the pulsating jets, drinking a large scotch and accompanied by Madam Dee herself. On one evening she did bring her cane with her and the resulting photographs are a real hoot!

I don't think after all this that I really need to say how much I could recommend a visit to Madam Dee's; perhaps my only small regret was that it wasn't warmer but I fully intend to go back for a 'summer school' later this year with this lovely couple!
By slave T!

Review 3:-
El Marques de Sado!
This was my second visit to Madam Dee in Spain; I had previously seen her in Malaga and a few times in the UK. But this was my first visit to her new property, El Marques De Sado, near Seville. The flights to Jerez nearby are very inexpensive. We had kept in touch and I knew from the photos from her web site that I was in for an exacting time. Madam Dee has a very good memory, and she will make full use of this on future visits as I was to discover!

I arrived at Jerez airport and was met as arranged. After a short journey we arrived at Madam Dee's villa, it is walled and very private. Madam Dee greeted me and escorted me to my bedroom.  Like a good slave I told her I was so pleased to be there, perhaps I should prostrate myself at her feet (jokingly I thought), wrong  Madam Dee agreed and I was told to strip and assume the position, whilst I was doing this Madam checked that I had travelled out without any boxers as instructed. Whilst in this position I was instructed to remove her trainers and socks and kiss her feet. I was then allowed to get dressed!

Later in the afternoon I was told to strip, collared, but lead by a strap attached to my balls and lead outside to the dungeon, Madam secured me to the St Andrews Cross blindfolded. A short time later she returned the blindfold was removed, and I could see she was wearing a black bondage bra and skirt and thigh boots, she looked truly the Dominatrix you dream about. Play included weights on my Cock and balls, hot candle wax, pegs and nipple clamps, boot worship and finally being strapped down on the whipping bench for punishment with her crop, tawse and cat of nine tails.- you will not forget this experience. Then I was left on the bench to reflect, whilst Madam went to refresh herself- I don't know how long I was left on my own, but as I was gagged and hooded it seemed a very long time restrained as I was still even left wearing a leg spreader. Eventually Madam came back to release me, but even then I was lead by my balls naked outside back to my bedroom. Madam Dee really knows how to humiliate a Slave even when you think play is over!

Mid morning the next day, Madam told me to go to my bedroom and strip; I was to wait on my knees for her. I did so and she returned a few minutes later, I was quickly cuffed, collared and a thin rope tied around the base of my balls, once more I was lead out naked to the dungeon, here my wrists were attached to a spreader bar above me which was hoisted up leaving me with my toes just touching the ground. She laced me into a leather hood, telling me she would back when she had changed, but we would be going riding on her return with me as her steed. Half an hour later or so I guess she returned wearing her thigh boots, jodhpurs and a white blouse slightly opened. Although I was still hooded, a bridle with a gag was secured in place, now down on all fours a leather saddle was strapped into place upon my back; Madam mounted and rode me outside. It would be true to say that the going was soft in the garden, probably because Madam had recently watered the grass, Madam urged me forwards using her crop on my backside and the thin rope that was still attached to my balls had been threaded through the D ring on my collar, which Madam pulled upon to encourage me further if I was not making enough speed for her. After a short time we galloped back into the dungeon. The saddle being removed I was made to lay on my back on the whipping bench, my wrist cuffs secured to the base of the bench and my ankle cuffs attached to the lowered spreader bar which was then raised. My ankles were now higher than Madam's head, and my arse now slightly lifted up from the bench and fully exposed like my cock and balls to Madam's gaze. My arse was punished as were the soles of my feet. Madam then reached for her surgical gloves, secured her strap on in place and after applying some lubrication to my arse, pushed her strap on into me. There was no escape, Madam was going to take me, facing her as I was I could see her enjoyment of my humiliation!

But, just when I thought that was the end I was released, the hood removed. My thumbs were tied together behind my back. The leather cuffs were removed, but my ankles were loosely tied together so that I could just about walk in short steps. Once more I was lead outside to  a corner of the garden, a very muddy corner with about 6inches of loose muddy soil, Madam pushed me down into the mud face down, pushing me down  with her boots, then I was made to turn over and once more I was pushed down into the mud by her boots which she  finally wiped over my penis, suddenly the boot was hovering above my mouth, there was no choice but to the lick the sole of her boots clean, to persuade me she pulled the rope still attached to my balls as encouragement. Finally I was let up, only to be made to lay down once more, Madam, having asked me if I was thirsty, adjusted her clothes and gave me a power shower as only she can, but kept some back, squatting over my face, I was told to drink each short burst as she gave it to directly into my mouth or be punished again. I was then allowed to clean up on my return to the house!

Later that evening I was again lead naked to the Dungeon and chained in what she calls her Terry Waite Suite, it's small dark and you cannot move, once more I was hooded and left for how long I really don't know, Madam came back and lead me, I was still hooded, I could not see, but eventually found myself in her lounge on my knees, the zip on my eyes and mouth was unzipped, Madam pointed to her bare feet, they required worship, I performed my duty until told to stop, my tongue was to explore Madams feet, soles, heels and even between her toes until instructed to change foot or stop When satisfied I was dismissed and allowed to dress and join Madam and her partner!

Madam Dee is a true Dominatrix, but one who always checks your limits, although will push them to help you explore the BDSM world. She is very knowledgeable of the scene in general and very good company out of scene. If you visit you will enjoy yourself, enjoy good food and friendship and will want to go again, soon!
By slave D!

Review 4:-
El Marques de Sado!
On my previous visit to El Marques de Sado, Madam Dee had manacled me in her prison cell, dubbed the Terry Waite Suite (or TWS), for half an hour or so, while she changed, after our play session. She had wanted me to spend the night manacled and naked, locked in there, but I had been unsure about this, and declined. Madam was unhappy at this and made it clear on the way back to the airport that next time, choosing was not an option. So, as my plane landed at Jerez airport on a mild night in early March, I resolved that I would be tonight spending my night in the TWS. Madam met me and within half an hour, we had arrived at El Marques de Sado.  She took me to my bedroom, and as is customary with her slaves made me lower my trousers to check that I had travelled out without underpants, kissing her court shoes in gratitude I was allowed to dress and join Madam and her partner for drinks in the outside bar area!

Madam told me that as she and another guest sissy maid had spent the day cleaning out the TWS, it was still a little damp, and therefore as a result, I would not be sleeping there tonight but tomorrow… Relieved, but also disappointed, a pleasant couple of hours were spent in conversation, before Madam escorted me back to my room. I had been charged with bringing Madams favourite UK magazines out, however, one of them was not available at the airport, Madam was not pleased, and I was made to remove my trousers, placed over Madams knee, who was now sitting on my bed and spanked, but that was not the end of it, she pointed at her black court stiletto shoes, Madam told me to worship her bare feet, no part was  to left, soles, between her toes and ankles were all to receive my tongue, before finally, I was sent to bed!

During the night, it became very windy and in the morning Madam informed over breakfast that unusually for the time of year, the weather was becoming stormy, and as I had a cold, I would not be spending a night in the TWS, but I would spend a similar amount of time during the day, in there instead. Madam told me to go to my room, strip and wait on my knees for her. A few minutes later, Madam entered, secured a leather collar and leash around my neck, and led me out of the house. It is at this moment that you realise the power Madam Dee has over you, you are naked, barefoot, and the wind is cold, you feel vulnerable, you know she is your Mistress and now controls you totally. You now know what it is to be her slave!

We arrived outside the door to the TWS, I waited once more on my knees whilst Madam went to the dungeon next door, she quickly returned with the parachute harness, and secured it around my cock, and balls, attaching two weights to the harness. Already I could feel the tiny raised studs within the harness pulling on my balls. Madam opened the outer wooden door, and I looked inside. The space is only about 1m wide by 2m high and 2m in depth, with stone walls and floor, with no window. Then the inner, metal gate was unlocked, and Madam told me that as it was my first time she would let me lay on a mattress, and not the cold stone floor. I stood whilst she padlocked a hinged metal shackle into place on each ankle, which were each attached to several inches of chain, fastened to a large stone weight of several pounds. Next, manacles with a screw type lock were secured around my wrists, and these were in turn chained in place around my waist, so my arms could not move. Now a heavy iron hinged collar was padlocked about me neck, and the short chain on this was joined to a long chain from the ceiling. Lastly, a leather hood with its eye and mouthpiece zipped shut was secured around my head. Madam made sure I could lie down, and then left me; I could just about hear her locking the gate. It was quiet and dark, and I felt the still coldness in the cell. Isolated in my hood, I tried to move, the weights attached to my ankles made this almost impossible. I decided , not knowing how long I would be in here, to try and sleep, having been up late the previous night, I tried to get comfortable, not easy surrounded my chains, even laying down every movement caused the weights attached to my harness to pull on my balls. Some time later Madam Dee came to check up on me, but she was not amused I was trying to sleep; I was told that in future I was to be kneeling facing the door when she arrived or I would be punished.  I quickly realised that as it was going to take me a good couple of minutes to haul myself up from lying down, I would have to spend all my time kneeling, ready for her. Naturally, the weights were now hanging down and increasing the pain to my balls. Madam came and checked a number of times, I guess I was in there for over four hours, I realised at staying overnight was going to be a real ordeal, and was glad not to be doing it!

Finally, I heard the unmistakeable sound of Madams thigh boots approach the cell. My ankles, wrists and neck were released, but still hooded in darkness, Madam lead me by the balls into the Dungeon, where I was secured on the St Andrews Cross. Eventually, the zipper over my eyes was opened, Madam Dee smiled (yes beware of this smile). She looked fantastic, the black PVC boots and bondage bra and skirt showed off her perfect figure. I was now released and told to take the wrist and ankle cuffs, collar and hood back to my room with me, without saying why, I did not dare to ask!

Later that evening, I spent a pleasant time with Madam in her Jacuzzi, it was warm within and I was more than happy to spend my time massaging Madams feet for her!

The next morning, after breakfast, Madam once more surprised me. Madam was watching TV, and told me to get down on my knees and worship her feet whilst she watched her favourite program, I was dressed at the time, and suddenly realised that I was to be humiliated in this way, whilst her partner and the Sissy Maid continued in the room with their breakfasts. Madam then sent me to my room to strip, and put all the cuffs on. A few minutes later, Madam arrived, secured a ball gag, and the leather hood in place, and led me outside. Once more, I felt the cool wind on my body. Madam told me that I was going to spend some more time in the TWS, and once more, she attached the parachute harness and weights to my cock and balls.  I could just about hear the gate open, before she pushed me inside, face down onto the mattress. Bending my legs back, she secured my left ankle cuff to my left wrist cuff and the same with the right pair. Once more, I was alone in the dark, and any movement I made, once more pulled on the weights, which in turn pulled on my balls. She came a few times to check on me, but I was not released until early afternoon. Hooded as I was makes it impossible to know or experience any sense of time!

It should now be obvious that Madam Dee, will give you a wonderful time, she has a way of knowing just what will push your buttons, and give you what you want. Although I have now spent some hours in the TWS, Madam Dee made it very clear that on my next visit, I had better arrive healthy and without a cold. Whatever the weather I will be spending a full day and night naked in the TWS, as punishment for depriving her of the pleasure on this visit; and I don't think she was joking!
By slave d!

Review 5-
El Marques de Sado!
This was my third visit to Madam Dee at her property near Cadiz, but still, I awaited her arrival at the airport with some trepidation. She arrived at the entrance doors and beckoned me to her. Her dress style never fails to make an immediate impression on you, when you see her. This time a riding jacket, jodhpurs and riding boots, she knew I was looking at the boots and as we got into her car, she reminded me that I would be seeing them closer later on. When we arrived at the house, I was escorted to my bedroom, and told to lower my trousers so she could check that I had  obeyed her instructions to travel to her, as always, commando style,  and then to kiss her boots for allowing me to visit!

The next morning, after breakfast, Madam sent me back to my room and told me to undress and wait for her, a few minutes later she returned, a small silver g clamp with a small ring at the end was clamped around the top of my balls just below my cock and a lead attached to this. My head was secured into her new leather hood which incorporates a ball gag and a blindfold secured on top of this, lastly a leather collar around my neck and a further lead. Naked, unable to see, speak or indeed hear much I was being led from the bedroom, outside. Taking the step up into the bar area, I knew we were heading for the confinement cell, nicknamed the Terry Waite Suite (TWS). She told me she was being kind and would allow me the thin mattress for my stay, but in the summer I would have been on the stone floor, naturally I nodded my gratitude. She quickly shackled my ankles with the locking ankle cuffs separated by a short chain; to each ankle she told me a large weight was attached to restrict my movement further. My hands were locked in manacles, and a heavy metal collar padlocked round my neck, all of these being chained to somewhere I think. Lastly she went away leaving me standing, returning a few minutes later with what I realised as it was fitted round my balls to be a parachute attached to which it seemed were a few weights.  With that she was gone, and I quickly realised that if I stood up the effect of the hanging weights came into play, it was difficult to get comfortable laid down, as the weights stilled pulled and the tiny pins in the parachute were painful. Sitting up without support was uncomfortable, and leaning against the cold stone wall equally unpleasant, on top of all this, although not cold, it was certainly chilly!

Madam came to check on me a number of times, but other than that, left chained up, locked in the pitch dark cell, you have no idea of time at all. I did not know how long I was there before she returned and removed the manacles, and cannonball weights attached to my shackles; I was then led out of the cell into the dungeon next door, to the St Andrews Cross, and secured to it. I then began to feel acute pain in my balls, which as Madam removed my blindfold I saw clothes pegs were being attached. Finally  I was released, , and as I worshipped Madams riding boots, she told me that I was to be ready in her dining room at 8pm prompt, naked  cuffed and collared. So, as ordered, after dinner I stripped and put on the collar and ankle cuffs, leaving the wrist ones at Madam’s suggestion, and awaited her arrival. Smiling, she told me to sit on the tiled floor, while she secured the ankle cuffs together and told me to commence my massage of her feet. After a while I was told now to worship them totally with my tongue everywhere, including between her toes. Finally I began painting her toenails, taking care not make to much mess, it being my first time. When that was done, I was allowed to shower, and dress, after which we once more all retired to the bar for drinks!

The next day Madam made it known that I and the other slave were going to be put in the TWS before our afternoon Dungeon play. At about 2.30pm we were told to go to the bar, strip and await Madam. She arrived and secured the other slave much the same way as I had been the day before. I was then told to face the wall, and my hands were secured into manacles attached to the wall at head height. Returning with a crop, a few strokes to my arse and then more menacingly run the crop around my balls then lifting my cock with the crop, before a light stroke to its end. And so we were both left in silence and darkness, until, some time later,  she returned, now wearing black leather thigh boots, she released us both and led us by our collars to the dungeon. The other slave was hooded and strapped down onto the bondage bench, which has leather straps at 4” intervals the whole length of the table from which it is impossible to move (I know this as I had experienced this myself on my previous visit). I was then hooded, and secured onto the multi purpose whipping bench which allows slaves to receive Madam's strap on. My ankles were place over the upright supports so my feet were now three foot higher than my body. From past experience I can tell you that Madam Dee takes great delight from taking a slave in this way. Indeed, she had told me on my first visit, a few years earlier hat it would be a very important part of my training. Smiling, she showed me a dildo; saying, you had the small one last time, now you are ready for the next size. Afterwards, she showed me the next size, bigger still, to look forward to, next visit. I was then released, and made to get down on my knees and lick Madam's thigh boots whilst she cropped the body of the secured slave, before finally, we were both made to kiss Madams boots, and thank her for her attention!

Later that evening, before taking me back to the airport for my flight home, Madam, as always, asked if the visit had been an enjoyable experience, which of course it had. She smiled, leaving me to think that there is truly no escape from Madam Dee's power over you, once you have experienced it. As you will discover when you visit, you will soon find yourself booking your return trip to discover Madam Dee!
By slave d!

Review 6-
El Marques de Sado!
Finally I had made it; a combination of warm sunshine, a beautiful private garden, a delightful pool and lying totally naked on a sun bed  soaking up the sun – all of which I had done before – the new exciting element was that this was a bdsm holiday! At any moment my Mistress might come round the corner of the villa and summon me...

“YOU! COME HERE, NOW!” The shouted order came across the garden in the hard tones of Northern England, I leapt out of the chair and quickly walked across the lawn and followed her towards the dungeon. Inside it was dark and hard to see after the bright light of the sunshine outside. This didn’t seem to bother my Mistress at all; being already naked I was lead to the St Andrew’s cross and leather cuffs were quickly attached to wrists and ankles and just as quickly shackled to the arms of the cross. I was helpless. She smiled slightly as she picked up a pair of clover leaf nipple clamps and attached them to my nipples, a few tugs made sure they were biting nicely. She said “don’t go away, I am just going to change and will be back shortly!”

A few minutes later the door opened to readmit her, in a very revealing outfit which emphasised her magnificent breasts and long slim legs. I was taken off the cross and told to mount the caning bench, once in position she started to pin me down by fastening the leather straps – 2 across my back, one round each of my thighs and two around each of the lower part of my legs. Each arm was pulled forward and shackled to the front legs of the bench. Madam Dee selected a tawse from her large collection hanging on the walls and trailed it over my bare backside, I shivered involuntarily. I couldn’t see so much as sense the arm holding the tawse being raised and drawn back, a couple of seconds pause and then thwack! It landed squarely across my bottom cheeks, a stinging pain, this lady clearly didn’t believe in soft things like warm ups – no nonsense northern discipline was being applied! Already the arm had been raised and was descending for the second hard stroke, by the time she selected the second tawse from her arsenal my bottom was red and glowing. Following the tawses, she chose a riding crop to continue the discipline. In the corner of the room just in front of my eyes was a cylindrical container from which the crop had been withdrawn; also in the container were a large number of crook handled canes and I wondered which ones I was going to experience that first afternoon. She eventually selected one and I knew things were getting serious when she ordered me to kiss the cane held in front of my lips. I obeyed and asked her to cane me. One. Two. It stung deliciously. “Why aren’t you counting” came the sharp question. “Sorry Mistress” Right let’s start again. Swish! One, thank you Mistress! Swish! Two, thank you Mistress! And so it continued for the first set of 10. There was no way to avoid the strokes, I was very effectively strapped down, I could just thrust out my bottom slightly to take each new stroke. Five sets of 10 were administered before she selected the next cane from the container. Again it was presented to my lips to be kissed and worshipped before a further five sets of 10 were administered. My first session and 100 strokes, how was I going to survive 3 more days of treatment like this?

Mistress released me from the bench only to have me turn round and lay down on my back. Again the straps were tightly done up, this time across my chest pinioning my arms to my sides in the process. My legs were raised vertically and spread wide apart. Mistress showed me a large strap on dildo, which I thought I would never take. “Dont worry” she said, “we’ll work up to that.” Relief was short lived because the next one she selected and strapped to her body did not look much smaller. She rolled a condom onto the pink penis-like dildo and stood facing the side of my head. “Suck it!” she ordered. I turned my head and opened my lips to take the large dildo. I licked and slurped greedily, enjoying the humiliation of having to suck on a very life like penis before I got fucked with it. “You are a slut” she admonished. She walked to the end of the bench and spread lube on my hole before slowly sliding the dildo inside me. She started to move her hips backwards and forwards, moving the large dildo up and down inside me. I moaned with pleasure and looked up at her face, also lit up with pleasure at forcing a sub to endure a really good humiliating fucking!

Of course it could only get worse. I was released from the bench and told to lie down face up on the cold tiled floor. Mistress said that she needed to relieve herself and with that pulled her thong to one side exposing a set of beautiful smooth gaping-open lips. She lowered herself slightly until about 2 feet above my face. Then the hot salty stream hit my open mouth and splashed around my face. It seemed to go on forever, I swallowed as much as I could but it ran out of my lips and down my chin to join the growing pool in which I was lying. Such humiliation!

“Right! Get up and go and get showered,” she ordered, “I think you will need a bondage session later.” Just to make sure that I didn’t think I was going to escape that easily. A couple of hours later just as it went dark, I was ordered into my room and told to strip again. She took the little short chain that I had given her and slipped it through my guiche ring. Then she opened the PA ring and slipped the two ends of the chain onto that ring before replacing the segment and taking away the tool. “Might as well get you into chastity now rather than later” she said with a knowing smile. She fitted a leather collar around my neck, the collar had a long strap that went down my back and at equal distances down its length were 3 straps. I was told to put my arms together behind my back and the first strap was tightened around my arms above my elbows pulling my 2 arms painfully together. The second strap went around them just below the elbows and the third strap around my wrists. A leather hood was pulled over my head and the laces pulled tightly to keep it in place around my head. I was guided onto the bed so that I lay on my side. Next my ankles were bound tightly together with rope, a second set of ropes were used at the knees and a third set around my thighs. I was totally immobile. She moved towards the door, saying “See you in a while” and then left the room putting the light out and shutting the door!

It was pitch dark, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move but I could feel the growing pain in my upper arms as the strap bit into them. How long was I going to be left here? Would I be able to stand the pain of the bondage? Would I have to shout for her to have mercy and release me? Would she even hear if I did? Even if she did hear, she might not have mercy!

Finally she returned but only to check that I was not in too much serious discomfort and once satisfied that I was OK (in her opinion) I was again left alone in the dark and silence. I think the total time was about an hour which gave me plenty of time to wonder how my sore bottom was going to endure the next day!

When she finally released me she told me to get a towel and put on a dressing gown before leading me outside into the cool evening air. We headed for the hot tub and life suddenly became blissful again. The water was beautifully warm and bubbling, the glass of white wine was never more welcome and being allowed to share this wonderful experience with a beautiful naked woman was delightful. We gazed up at the night sky and tried to identify the constellations of stars. We chatted happily, both having enjoyed the bdsm pleasures of the past few hours. I was of course still a little uncomfortable...my cock didn’t seem to like the concept of not being able to rise to the occasion due to the little chain keeping him firmly pointed downwards, still you can’t have everything!

The next afternoon she again took me into the dungeon. Today she pulled a leather hood over my head which lacked any holes to see through so anything she did from that point on would be totally unexpected. She told me to lie down on a long table like bench and fastened me down tightly with straps. The next thing I felt was a searing pain to first one nipple and then to the other. She was pouring hot candle wax onto them. I yelped but that was mild to the reaction she got as she poured the next lot of hot wax onto the head of my cock. I was totally unable to move out of the way, I just had to put up with it. She then lit a sparkler and I heard it hissing and spluttering as she brought it nearer to my groin and I felt the hot sparks stinging my thighs. Always very scary when you can’t see what is going on, it always intensifies the sensations!

I was transferred to the cross, this time facing inwards. She proceeded to use one of her hard paddles on my still tender bottom. Next it was the turn of my upper back to suffer as she lashed it with a flogger in each hand, first one side and then the other. Finally it was back onto the caning bench for 100 strokes with the cane before being fucked with the next size up dildo. Afterwards she released me from chastity and I was told to kneel on the floor and to bring myself off in front of her. Later after dinner I was again put into bondage, bound in much the same way as the previous evening except that tonight there was a rope threaded through my guiche ring and attached to the rope around my ankles so forcing me to keep my knees bent with my ankles up near my bottom!

My last day was destined to be a little different because Madam had another client coming in the afternoon for a punishment session. I was informed that I needed to be out of the way and there was no better place to put me out of sight than in the dreaded TWS. Despite the sunshine it was still early in the year and the chamber was rather cold and reckoned to be unsuitable for overnight stays, otherwise I am sure that would have been my fate. But it was quite warm enough to be locked in for a couple of hours. I was told to strip and come to the TWS. Mistress fitted a spreader bar between my ankles and cuffs joined with a short chain to my wrists. I lay on my back on a thin mattress and looked up at a chain that descended from the ceiling to the floor beside me. Almost without thinking, Mistress took hold of my flaccid cock and stretched it upwards. She took a large padlock from off the chain and slipped the hasp through my PA ring before hooking it to the chain and closing it with a snap! With that she backed out closing first the barred door and then the outer solid door plunging the cell into darkness. I lay there not daring to move for fear of doing myself a real injury courtesy of the chain, padlock and my PA ring!

Mistress had said I would be in the cell for about an hour, which might have been the case if the gentleman had done the decent thing and arrived on time. In fact he was nearly an hour late, something he suffered for but also extended considerably my time chained up. Eventually I could hear voices through the wall from the dungeon and then the satisfying swish, thwack as Madam’s cane landed on the gentleman’s backside. It is always a satisfying thing to hear someone else being caned. I enjoyed it at school and still do! When Mistress finally came back to release me I first heard the tap of stiletto heels approaching before the cell door was thrown open and my eyes fell upon the exciting sight of Mistress in her very tight white jodhpurs, tight white blouse and black patent  high heeled ankle boots. She released me and I was only too pleased to kneel and kiss those delightful boots and thank her for a wonderful holiday!
By slave MET

Review 7-
El Marques de Sado!
A couple of weeks before I left I emailed Madam Dee saying what activities she did that I was comfortable with. Also confirming what time I was arriving and where I was going when I was leaving, but when I arrived at the airport, I couldn't find Madam Dee. I rang her mobile number and she picked me up about 20 minutes later, telling me I should have phoned to confirm my intentions over the weekend, but I had neglected to do so!

After chatting for a little while I had my first session It was a relatively standard session, during which I was strapped the cross facing the wall and had the pin wheel run over me - back, legs, balls and cock. I was then turned to face, and a hood laced in place. Something was attached to my balls from which weights were hung. It was kind of weird because my balls ached but I also felt it just below my stomach. After that I was put on the bench and Madam Dee used a strap-on on me. Unfortunately this hurt more than I expected. I then had to kneel down with my head touching the floor. I didn't know what was going to happen but all of a sudden I felt what I thought were needles piercing my bottom, but I later discovered it was actually candle wax. All during the session Madam Dee was playing with my nipples, pinching, and even biting them. At some point she also used a paddle on me and maybe a crop. After that I had to kiss Madam Dees shoes, and thank her for the session!

After that I was made to lie face down on my bed and had my ankles tied and my wrists tied behind my back. I was left alone for an hour while Madam Dee watched her favourite television programmes. Afterwards she just untied me, and we went to soak in the hot tub for a while. I must admit I would have liked a bit of torture while I was lying there. We then went to their private bar where Madam Dee's husband joined us for drinks and a chat!

The next afternoon we went for a drive along the coast which took a couple of hours. After dinner I was to have another session. This one was to be outside which was one of the things I was really looking forward to. I was put in a harness and had a ball gag while Madam Dee was wearing her riding outfit. I was then on all fours with her on my back and I had to crawl across the lawn. It really showed me how unfit I was as I really struggled. Also because it was just after dinner it actually made me feel sick. So it didn't last long. I did get a few whacks on the bottom and a few kicks as well. She was going to blindfold me and make me either crawl or walk round the garden. I think I may have had to swim across the pool at some point, but we couldn't do that either as there was a guy on the roof of the house opposite doing some DIY. I did ask if I could be pegged out on the ground which she duly did. I quite enjoyed that although as it was getting dark I got bitten by gnats. Good job I kept my shorts on. Then just before I was released Madam Dee used the pin wheel on the soles of my feet. This really tickled and was possibly worse than anything else!

On the Friday I didn't have a session as such but I was locked in the Terry Waite cell. My feet and hands were shackled as well as one round my neck. I stood up all the time when I could have sat down. When Madam Dee came back she then attached my handcuffs to the wall. As in the session on the first day I had a fair amount of nipple torture. Later that evening, I was given a pair of ladies pyjamas to wear as I was to spend the night in there, and it was supposed to be cold. When I was put in there I was shackled as before. I had to lie down as Madam Dee was going to trample on me. This got me really excited and I got an erection even before she stepped on me. After trampling on me the cell door was locked and the door to the bar shut so only a bit of light came in under the door. I found it quite easy to get to sleep and only woke up a few times, once because it was pouring with rain. It was not that uncomfortable as I had a mattress and a pillow. And even a thin duvet. I actually enjoyed it in there. The next morning I was brought a cup of tea and had to drink it still shackled before being released!

All in all I had a good time, although I was a bit disappointed that I didn't have more sessions or outdoor play. I enjoyed the time in the Terry Waite suite, but I'd have liked it to have been a bit more uncomfortable, with no mattress or duvet. If I went again I would be a bit more specific on what I wanted!
By slave d-375

Madam Dee Says: "Although there were some misunderstandings during this visit, largely due to lack of communication, slave d-375 has since returned for a two week stay, with no other guests present. This gave us both time to explore his deepest desires and fantasies to the full"!