Stuffed

When I was a kid we used to go to Wollaton Hall and Deer Park on a Sunday occasionally. Wollaton Hall is a spectacular Elizabethan mansion designed by Robert Smythson and built by Sir Francis Willoughby between 1580 and 1588 for his family. I particularly like the Natural History Museum and the stuffed animals and insects. My favourite and I could have stared at forever was the Gorilla! He's a looker don't you think?

It was probably then that I fell in love with taxidermy. I saw this below today and it fits right in with my love of all thing peculiar and bizarre. So do these.

Skulls and skeletons are favourites too. This artist is quite amazing. So intricate and humorous. Amazing site for bones, skulls and bits & bobs!

I've been to London's Natural History Museum, NYC and Manchester. Here's Manchester's Gorilla. Would love to go to this one in Berlin.

Weird stuff. If you like taxidermy and sculls. Just Google them but add the word Blog! Even found a film of 'How to stuff!" Gunther Von Hargen is a modern day genius.

My Life As Stylist

Here's a BLOG I wrote on Tuesday March 2nd 2010 when I was working as a stylist on a Tanya Hyde movie in sunny Clapham Common, London. Many years as a stylist. However, I stopped working on Tanya Hyde movies in early 2012.

Lots of latex, corsets, high heels, body stockings, hoods, suspension, rubber sheet and medical scenarios...typical fetish style!

Here is porno Jay Snake kicking back between takes with the gorgeous Ree Petra. Heels and hood - a good look for Jay! 

Mark English and I worked on most of the TH films.

With the very handsome Jay Snake.  

The beautiful Claudia Rossi (no photo) was the other model, along side Omar.

Love English Summers

Each year I can't wait for the Spring to start because then you know the Summer is on the horizon. 

Autumn makes you feel cozy, as the nights start to draw in and we all wrap up tight.

I've got a flat roof terrace with a black rubber-covered surface! I like to sit out when the sun shines. Enjoying cocktails with friends and family. 

Seen here enjoying a strawberry flavoured hookah pipe with my sister, who took these great shots one lovely summer Sunday afternoon. 

The second shot is my dear friend Fareena. 

That's my rubber duck! 

Queen Of Clubs - The First

For my very first Blog I decided to make it about the Queen of Clubs - me! Well Catherine Howard (one of Henry VIII wives) was first. Actually the only reason I know this is because of Ishmael Skyes, the fount of all historical knowledge, has just informed me of the fact via email. Well it got me thinking - what did she look like on the playing card?

My cheeky friends gave me the name a few years ago. I can't think why!

Dolenta at Breathless Latex Clothing made me this latex ensemble including hood. I love the playing card on the back and the insignia on the sleeve. The lady is an artist. The lovely photos are by Dorabla Picerno.

Whenever I go looking for something on the internet I always get side tracked. Found this Queen of Club collectable doll. Also this great piece of information - Tart of the Week. This lovely Blog about afternoon tea. Darling china. These are a few of my favourite things. Every Queen needs a crown. Always looking for a better one. Mail me if you find a better one than this.

Love these playing card designs. It's nice to work with a theme. Adopt an image statement for yourself.

Love KIM x

Fetish club promoter and bon vivant!

Mistress Workshop Review

Mistress Workshop: Saturday 17th March 2015

Miss Kim, the self-styled “bachelorette” held a brilliant workshop on Saturday for aspiring mistress dommes in a gloriously decadent pub in Hoxton. There were six of us clients, a “findomme”, a sub femme and the fashionably dressed Kim in all her tartan glory. 

The day was so well organised that it gave us time to absorb all Kim’s ideas (and there were loads!) and participate ourselves. Everyone felt very included in the sessions and there was time for us to divide into pairs and throw our ideas back to Kim. We covered an enormous amount of material including a very shapely sub’s bottom in the demonstration on spanking and all its facets. What struck me (excuse the pun!) was that everything was dealt with in a serious but fun atmosphere. There was something very unthreatening about the presentation and the work of a Mistress in the big wide world. 

We covered areas like the differing types of Mistress and subs,ranging from private mistressing for partners, online domination, trans domination, sadistic domination even to reluctant domination. The list for the different types of subs was enormous but the most important aspect was that the subs themselves participated in deciding the type of submission they wanted. A lot of the discussion was about how the mistress and the sub should feel (relatively) comfortable in the situation they find themselves in. 

After the demonstration on erotic spanking, we had an amazing presentation from goddess Penelope, a financial domme (“findomme” for short). Some of the things she told us were completely mind-blowing! It’s not my place here to discuss the findomme scene but suffice it to say that Goddess Penelope had worked it out brilliantly with a stunning website and an amazing ability to attract a stream of clients online, and a list of gifts that clients had the potential of filling a palace!

We then moved on to Kim telling us how to conduct a session; being creative and focussed all the time and always open to new ideas (even if it meant using kitchen utensils as ;props!). Health and Safety was discussed as well and there was a real feeling of taking proper responsibility in all aspects of this fascinating activity. 

The workshop ended with some excellent advice about professional domme work and the potential pitfalls that can happen in that world. 

If this is an important part of your life, be it in private with your partner, or out in the wide world, then I highly recommend Kim’s workshops. I think we were all a bit nervous to start with but we ended up wiser and more relaxed about the scene thanks to the enthusiasm of Bachelorette Kim!

Francine Merry      

Future 2016 Dates                                               

Old Review Of Club RUB

I love Club RUB. It’s a magical place where trash meets flash and tits-out full-on sex shop gear is groin-to-groin with the Marquis fashion pages’ most gorgeous rubber ensembles. It’s not as in-yer-face posery as Torture Garden -  but the total experience is a probably a happier and more smiley one. I think this is because the pressure to be cool that makes TG more a surface kind of a place is just not there. That’s not to say Club RUB is not cool: it’s the coolest thing ever in the warped world according to me. You can rest assured that I wouldn’t be seen there if it wasn’t pretty much a la mode. The point is, it’s not so much like bloody hard work as TG and that’s why I love it unreservedly. 

Where other clubs go with fashion over passion, Club RUB is a kinkier sort of a place. It’s not about hardcore sex – in fact ‘No Sex Please We’re British’. You can just dance if you want to. The playroom is less conspicuously about putting on a good performance and more straightforwardly about acting out a scene - in spite of people being dressed to kill. It’s good to talk there, too: Club RUB is friendly, really friendly. Look around and you can see people who’ve never met before speaking to each other as if their lives depended on it. The 40-something domme in front of me in the cloakroom queue chatted to me all the way to the coat hatch and then when I sat down on my own a little later with my drink I wasn’t short of conversation not for even a minute. It’s so friendly that if you’re not a vastly out-of-condition single bloke with sandals and a very public masturbation habit, you can probably go on your own. 

Paradoxically Club RUB’s strengths lie more or less the whole of human life is there. This ought not to work, but it does, and if there was an I-Spy book of fabulous deviancy you could check most of the boxes in a single night. At Club RUB, tousled drag queens straight out of Tranny Shack on at Madam Jojo’s totter past glittering rent boys taking a night off from Heaven, and hardcore fetishists mix it with goggle-eyed 30-something blokes out for the first time in slightly the wrong clothes, wondering how they too can get a piece of the action. 

I went to Club Rub with my fabulous wig which was totally transformative. When we rolled in about midnight there was a bit of a tailback at the cloakroom. Didn’t matter that I was now on my own - I’ve already told you that friendly talk is the primary currency at Club RUB, earlier on at least. I wandered about and I saw someone nice I knew from the Real World, who didn’t recognise me at first, because of the wig. 

I went to dance then  when I looked up to smile benignly at no-one in particular because I was having a really, really excellent time, there he was, a dancing in front of me - gorgeous - and he told me his name was Jo. 

We danced, very close, then moved out back again to get more intimate. Whilst two dommes beat the living daylights out of a grovelling male sub on the floor nearby, we found ourselves a corner. Jo kissed me and I went down on my knees. He groaned and leaned back in his chair and I gave the first public blow job of my life. I’m still smiling inside about that. Not the last time I go down in front of everyone, I think … Picking up men in ordinary clubs doesn’t always guarantee satisfaction - but perhaps it does at Club RUB.

Written by Jezabel (where is she now?)

Knife Play Story

The Club RUB dungeon has seen many sights over the years. People bring all sorts of weird and wonderful apparatus and contraptions along with them. From pouring alcohol that is set fire too on the submissive bottom, to double floggers wielded in synchronicity on both cheeks.

Sometimes someone will carry in a box and produce a light show that is emitted from a violet wand. Various different attachments make an arc of light and the electricity dances across the body focussing in on the intimate parts, that lend themselves so readily to touch.

The most impressive power exchanges are the forbidden and dangerous ones; like breath and knife play. Usually you don’t see this sort of stuff out and about in club land. However, one night in the corner of the Club RUB dungeon, I saw a beautiful Mistress, who was head to toes in black latex. She started by sensually and lovingly putting her submissive in a neck brace. This kept his head held high and didn’t allow him to look downwards. Then she tied him to a St. Andrews Cross, carefully securing his legs so they were wide open, and his hands out of the way, behind him. His shirt was unbuttoned and opened up. His kilt hoiked up to his waist and his crown jewels exposed.

Right in front of his face, she took off the leather thong from around her neck and slowly opened up a  knife that had been hanging from it. The knife was small, very small, only the length of a matchbox when opened up. It had been there all along, and he hadn't noticed it! Quickly she proceeded to make a small cut to the back of her hand - in full view to him. Upon seeing the small droplets of blood come to the surface, his eyes nearly popped out. He was seen to be visibly shaking at the sight. Barking at him to not move, she moved in closer to make a small cut in his shoulder. A very small amount of blood came to the surface. He was unable to see this due to the neck brace. So she wiped her finger through it and showed it to him. I watched as she secretly turn the blade around to the back edge and proceeded to trace the cold metal around his body, which was now rigid with fear.

Sometime she would push a little harder and you would see the skin visibly dent. Slowly and methodically she slithered it around his body, paying particular attention to those special sensetive areas. Sensually scraping the side, of his now very erect nipples, she looked like she was going to cut them off. All the time starring deep into his eyes. Clearly there was a very deep and meaningful relationship going on there. It was a game of trust, of deep submission from the submissive or was he her slave?

A game like this always needs an element of surprise. I noticed she licked a drop of blood from the small nick she had made on his shoulder, to show she wasn’t bluffing. The blood, bright red on the tip of her tongue, grew larger with her saliva. Which she proceeded to thrust into his mouth and kiss him deeply. The neck brace and restraints meant he had limited movement, so she made all the play.

Opening up a bottle of latex shine liquid she tuned her back to him. Looking over one shoulder she swung her arm over and squeezed a river of liquid which ran down her curves and over her rubber cheeks. As she stepped backed onto his now semi-erect cock, he had already started to realise the name of this game. What had once been a smile, laced with a little terror, was now replaced with a smile beaming with delight. She wriggled about on him rubbing her latex clad buttocks over his cock. Before he got too excited she quickly untied him. Once free, he swung around grabbing her and with full passion ground her into the wall. His groin and tongue show her his ardour.

A 'silent but deadly', sexy 'mother-fucker' of a Domme!

Story written by Miss Kim x