If our newest Femme Fatale, Ms Mara Mayhem, looks familiar to you, I'm not surprised. Aside from being active in her native Chicago's fetish scene, she recently performed at the SMack! Fetish Ball in NYC, and was given a seven-page feature in Hustler's Taboo Magazine's "best of" issue. So, how does one entertain such a lady when she comes to London Town?

First of all, she landed on her feet at Femme Fatale Madame Caramel's luxurious Hoxton Dungeon Suite. Next, Divine Mistress Heather took the role of Femme Fatale's ambassador, bringing along three of our best slaves. What came next was inevitable: mayhem! As you can see below, Mistress Mara and Mistress Heather did, well, pretty much whatever they wanted to these boys. On this occasion that consisted of food play, spitting, shoe and foot worship, trampling, ball busting, nipple torment, CBT, CP, humiliation, and a strap-on spit roast.

I'd like to think that we at Femme Fatale Films along with Ambassador Heather Divine, in meeting with Ms Mara Mayhem, have done our part to forge a greater understanding and bond between our two nations. In fact, things went so swimmingly with these ladies in charge, I think the politicians of the world should take a few notes (but not whilst in session - that would be annoying).

We are delighted to announce that Divine Mistress Heather will be gracing Femme Fatale Films again soon, lubing her strap-on for action...

This December I teamed up with Femme Fatales Mistress Akella and Mistress Athena for some particularly wicked double domination scenes. If you like sadistic blondes, then you're in for a treat. To start off, in Thirsty for Spit, Mistress Akella and I strap a slaveboy to a steel bondage chair, rendering him helpless, breathless, and very, very wet.

Mistress Akella then set about recording some powerful solo scenes. In Gimp Caning, the newbie slave's attitude gets adjusted. This idiot seemed to think he was there to have his fetish tickled, rather than to serve a lifestyle dominatrix. The "caning game" script was swiftly thrown out as Mistress Akella lost her patience and took control, correcting his misunderstanding of what female dominance is about. You get to see Mistress Akella genuinely angry - a  thrill best enjoyed from a safe distance! 

In Spread your Legs, the vicious kicks to the slave's balls echo around the room, along with his cries and Mistress Akella's laughter.

Highly Strung is a particularly intense film, where the helplessness of an inverted whipping has the slave a quivering wreck, as terror meets subspace head-on. After we cut him down, the slave's pupils were blown with fear as he shivered on the floor. When he was finally able to speak through his chattering teeth, the first word to cross his lips was "amazing".

In the Filth and the Fury, Mistress Athena and I drag a slave out into the woods, then have him clean clots of mud from our beautiful boots: mine, classic leather field boots; hers, gleaming rubber Hunter Wellingtons. While were at it, we heaped on the humiliation, spit, and ash. To top it all off, Mistress Athena and I recorded Thrashing, where you see the two of us at our most gleefully sadistic, doubling over laughing as we take the slave to pieces. These films are all due for release soon. Enjoy!

Of course, I wouldn’t be satisfied with just watching. Lady Sophia and I had previously discussed doing a ballbusting scene together, and I was very excited about this. Our enjoyment of ballbusting - using our beautiful, feminine shoes and feet to inflict suffering upon the very centre of maleness and that problematic hormone, testosterone – is both vital and vicious.

Despite the savagery all comers knew would be involved, we had no shortage of volunteers. Lady Sophia and I selected a slave known to both of us. He had always been reliable and is known in the UK ballbusting scene as “iron balls” for good reason. Honestly, he was the only one I thought could take it. Well, even he lost his nerve, cancelling the day before the shoot.

Fortunately, this revealed itself to be a case of "one door shuts so another may open", as something unexpected and wonderful happened. Slave I, whose only hard limit was ballbusting, stepped forward. I am always very moved when a slave feels that in my presence he can overcome what were his preconceived limits. I am sure that the proximity of the beautiful and imperative Lady Sophia only aided his personal growth in this regard.

Following on from that high, the evening reached its completion in a rubber bondage scene with the exquisitely wicked Lady Lola. I’ll let the pictures below speak for themselves. It was a long, mad day. By the end of the evening the penthouse looked like a nuclear bomb of perversion had hit it. There were whips strewn everywhere, pools of sweat, piles of rubber and rope, a mysterious pair of pretty leather gloves which seemed to have appeared from nowhere... and one very spent Mistress, namely me. I would like extend my thanks to all of the ladies for their masterful (Mistressful!) work, to the slaves for their delightful suffering, and to Sir S for being the most generous of hosts.

I could say Lady Lola is my apprentice, but that would be grossly misleading. Yes, she is now available in session with me (there will be a separate entry on this soon in my diary), but she has been on the fetish scene for a long time, with extensive social ties and having been a regular fetish performer for years. Our collaboration is more an introduction for her to the machinery of professional domination, i.e., the business aspects. She is a natural dominant and beautifully creative, needing no tutelage in those areas which, to be honest, can never truly be taught or learned.

Lady Lola has skills which are rare among even the most experienced dominatrices. She is an expert in fire play, and is also a classically trained ballerina. As one who is obsessed by ballet, I couldn’t resist featuring Lola's talent. What resulted was something very special, a most feminine, elegant, yet brutal trampling in pointe shoes. For those of you aren’t so familiar with ballet, pointe shoes are not soft little satin slippers. Inside is hidden what is known as the block. It is very hard, to protect and support the dancer’s foot. When Lady Lola tapped it against the floor to warn her tramplee of what he was to face, that little tap rang out like a gunshot. Assisted by Lady Sophia, she mounted his back feet-first. Rising in elevé, the pressure (and the slave’s pain) increased accordingly. Still, this was not enough for our Lady Lola. She kicked and drove her powerful feet into the slave’s ribs until he was brutally marked.

An unexpected highlight for me was the shoe cleaning. The slave was forced to eat the dirt from both ladies’ beautiful footwear. This included a lone sequin, a relic of one of Lady Lola’s performances. The withering tone with which Lady Sophia issued the single word, disgusting, was the icing on the cake.