Darcy www.mistressdarcy.com

I couldn't wait. I had admired Mistress Darcy greatly after reading her site and seeing her stunning pictures and so when an opportunity to join her in a photoshoot arose, I jumped at the chance. After exchanging a few emails the day came, and before I knew it I was knocking on her door. The people involved in the shoot, including Mistress Darcy herself were still getting ready upstairs, so I was instructed to wait in the dungeon. The wait allowed me to take in and appreciate the dungeon, and I will try and do it justice here.

Dimly and beautifully lit, once your eyes adjust to the darkness, it is clear that this is an arena of both pleasure and pain. The spanking bench, bondage bed and reclining examination table are clearly made of the highest quality, and judging by the numbers of canes, floggers and whips, you are left in no doubt as to what to expect were you to find yourself (no doubt expertly) restrained by Mistress Darcy. Add to this the chains, strap ons, dildos, handcuffs, harnesses, and a whole collection of intricate torture devices and I was left with a feeling of wanting to spend the rest of my life in this one room!

So captivated was I by dungeon I almost didn’t hear the charming, softly spoken "hello". It was Mistress Darcy at the entrance, and I had my first opportunity to gaze upon her in real life. I will try (although I know I will struggle) to describe just how stunning she is. As she presented her hand to me, I had no hesitation in taking hold of it and gently kissing it by way of greeting. Her eyes are captivating and her luscious red lips were intoxicating. Her dark, dark black hair is vividly contrasted to her pale white skin, and glancing (probably a bit cheekily!) down, you cannot fail to notice Mistress Darcy's utterly fantastic breasts. She has an amazing, alluring smile, a smile that pulled me in straight away. A gentle stroke of my face and a few words in a soft american accent trapped me. The voice suggested to me that Mistress Darcy will rarely need to raise her voice to get what she wants, to have her orders obeyed. I knew immediately this was the Mistress I wanted to serve.

Throughout the afternoon, we photographed a number of scenarios, and in each one, Mistress Darcy looked positively stunning and in each one she played the role superbly. In fact it was so natural, it didn’t even come across as if she was playing. Having read on her site that she excels at role play, I can now heartily agree. gggg We started with "The lady of the House" scenario, and nothing, nothing, felt as good as simply being flat on my stomach with her fishnet stockinged feet, enclosed in an exquisite pair of high heels dug into my back, or me standing behind her, close enough to breath in her perfume and feel her hair in my face as I (not expertly, I will try better next time Mistress!) massaged her shoulders.

And boy, do I wish that in the past I had worked for a boss like the one Mistress Darcy portrayed in the next shoot. Black high heels and stockings, a tight, short black skirt and a white blouse so tight it struggled to hold her (aforementioned amazing!) breasts, supported by a black bra. She was the epitome of every boy's fantasy. Forced to the floor and photographed with Mistress Darcy sitting on my face, totally smothering me, or on my hands and knees kissing her arse, I couldn't help but feel if only every day of my nine to five was like this. Imagine how good Monday mornings would be then!

Moving downstairs to the dungeon, my final scene with Mistress Darcy involved me naked and flat out on my back on the dungeon floor. It was if the sexy little school girl outfit transformed Mistress Darcy in to an incredibly mischievous woman. As I lay shivering on the floor, the glint in her eye was clear for all to see when she said "Don't worry, I'll soon warm you up when I piss all over you". Never before had I experienced that, but for some reason, because it was her, the only feeling I had was one of excitement. One of the memories I will have from my first meeting with Mistress Darcy is the ease with which she was able to get me to accept what she was doing to me. There was no doubt in my mind that I would do anything she had asked me to do. For that level of comfort and ease to occur immediately to me is fantastic. It was as if from that first second when she greeted me with an outstretched hand, there was one hundred percent trust.

Having had a whole pint of milk thrown over my head (you'll have to see the pictures!!!) it was time for me to leave. Stepping out back on to the streets of London, I had the mixed feelings of absolute happiness from spending time with such an amazing Mistress, to regret that I wasn't back in that dark dungeon, hands behind my back, kneeling looking up at the fabulous, stunningly sexy, totally in control Mistress Darcy. By its very nature, a photoshoot is not a session. But having been in her presence for the afternoon, I can only imagine how good a session with Mistress Darcy would be. I for one cannot wait to find out!

I just had a session with Mistress Darcy, indeed it was my first pro domme session.. so on the whole quite exciting.

On her website I noticed that she done the whole cuckolding thing during sessions. I have seen this activity on a few websites (where did we get our fantasy's before the internet?) and have found it quite intriguing and also pretty sexy.

So I decided to send Mistress Darcy an email and see when she was next up North (as in N England... not Camden Town), as she travels there on an occasional basis. Turns out she was travelling up that weekend, so she arranged for her friend to come up for a cuckolding session at a city centre hotel.

I was pretty nervous coming up to the hotel room but Mistress Darcy put me at ease. She has a pretty cool american accent. The type that you would be hooked on even if she was only reading a dictionary. As nice as her accent was it was not the primary thing I noticed. She was wearing a rather risque slip with stockings. You don't see many ladies up North wearing such outfits (unless I just hang out in the wrong circles), and those that try to do not pull it off quite as well as Darcy. She is also, physically, very beautiful - has a bit of a 1920s thing going on (in the classic Hollywood movie star sense.. not in the economic depression and fascism sense)

She invited me in and, with her partner, we had a bit of a chat. They were both really easy to get on with and we talked for a bit before the session begun.

Once it began the mood did change and Mistress Darcy took complete control. I stripped and was put through some basic slave training. Then the Mistress began to play with my nipples, which was a pretty intense experience to a novice! We also engaged in some pony play which was a bit of a turn on and probably good from a cardiovascular point of view - so a positive experience all round! Shortly after this her partner, who had left for a bit, came back. I was then fastened to a chair in the middle of the room whilst Darcy and her man began to get it on. It was a big turn on to watch them, being so close to such a hot and dominant woman... yet so far. She straddled her partner and fucked him about 2 metres from where I was tied. There was a lot of bed squeaking, moans and groans which where punctuated by a couple of episodes of intense blasphemy as the Mistress climaxed.

I emailed her shortly after to express my appreciation. It is rare to have an hour that you will never forget - and what an hour it was! She was a perfect mistress and I hope that she provides others with memories as memorable as mine!

I visited Mistress Darcy a few weeks ago after a few exchanges of emails and texts to refine a scenario. The scenario was that I was a schoolboy who had been sent to the Headmistress after stories of me being caught wanking and looking at girls. I was treated with severe disdain by the Headmistress and ordered to strip. What followed was an incredible experience with Miss Darcy humiliating me and torturing my body for 1hr. What was particulary exciting was that Mistress Darcy remained in character from the minute I walked in and the atmosphere was intense.

I will not go in to all the details but suffice to say I was taught a lesson. The session involved cock torture, spitting, licking of boots and being restrained.

I have since been back and have an appointment for next week and am shaking just writing this........

i turned up at the prearranged location and rang the doorbell. There’s always a sense of excitement, tinged with nerves when you visit Mistress Darcy. Excitement as you know that the next few hours are going to fulfill your dreams and fantasies; nerves because you are entering the presence of perfection and can’t help but feel a slight sense of inadequacy. The nerves vanish almost immediately upon entering however, as She has an amazing knack of putting you at your ease, thus ensuring you enjoy your time to the full. i had seen Her several times before over the preceding months but it never ceases to amaze me how She manages to look more and more beautiful every time i visit; and as she opened the door, today was no exception.

In today’s role-play Mistress Darcy was playing the part of an incredibly wealthy philanthropist who, through Her rather less-than-salubrious contacts, had discovered an illegal slave trade and decided to order herself a permanent slave. mine was the part of a ‘boob’ who had been kidnapped and delivered to Her in error. After being ushered inside and having it made very clear i was not at all what She wanted, i was shown a picture of the man who should have turned up. i blatantly did not have the physique She had been expecting and was not worth the £500,000 She had paid out! She explained that She was incredibly rich, owned most of the (very nice looking) buildings in the road we were on and that, if i wanted to escape my situation, i would have to do everything i was told or risk being shot by one of her nearby henchmen when i left the building. I was ordered to kneel with my head on the floor while She made some phone calls to her slave trade contacts to find out what had gone wrong. Following a conversation on Her mobile, it transpired that it would take a further two weeks to get the man She wanted. Disgusted, Mistress Darcy arranged to keep me for those two weeks until a satisfactory conclusion could be reached and hung up the phone. Her attention turned back to me and She sat over me as She explained how annoyed She was and that i would now have to accept being the subject of any cruel whim She might have over the next two weeks. She produced some documents and i was forced to sign a slave contract giving Her the legal rights to my body...

The session itself was filled with various activities, some of which i have tried and enjoyed before with Mistress Darcy and some of which She will spring on you as a surprise to expand your limits. For me, the new part came first this time as She produced a metal chastity device and i was forced to squeeze myself inside before She snapped the padlock shut and whipped the key away, laughing. She indulged in her penchant for pain by bending me over and using several different implements on me, forcing me to count the agonizing strokes through the dirty socks She had strategically placed in my mouth! my hands and feet were bound and She sat over me as She went through my personal belongings, giggling at the picture of me on my driving license and chortling with laughter at the football fixture list in my wallet where, perhaps, a picture of a loved one might have been more appropriate! A big part of the session with Mistress Darcy is being able to look into Her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes and really feel the humiliation as She subjects You to some of the activities such as having Your mouth spat into, drinking a large glass of Her delicious golden liquid or an intense, bound, merciless tickling session, all the while smiling at you, or laughing at you mockingly.

Just when i thought W/we were probably coming to the end of the session, i suddenly got a surprise when i was told that Miss had to go out for an hour or so but there were some tasks that needed doing in Her absence. She gave me a list that included cleaning Her latex clothing and some of her underwear and my heart jumped as i realized i was going to have an opportunity to serve Her, hopefully please Her and to stay around for longer than i had expected! She left me naked, still locked in the chastity device and with cuffs padlocked to my wrists and ankles and disappeared with a warning of ‘no snooping!’, as She locked the door behind Her. Suffice to say, over the course of the next hour, i have never toiled so diligently in my life, desperate as i was to do a good job!

Upon Her return, once She had inspected my work, there was one last thing She asked me to do and it is without doubt my favourite activity with Mistress Darcy: the massaging of Her gorgeous feet. As You can probably tell, i have a ‘thing’ for feet and Miss has the most exquisite, beautiful little pair that i have had the pleasure of seeing. First i had to remove her leather boots and ankle socks to reveal them in all their splendour. Having been inside those boots, Miss’s feet have a delicate, intoxicating aroma that just sends me off to another plain as i run my fingers over Her smooth soles, eagerly hoping to please Her in the process. It is a nice feeling to sit at the feet of such a Goddess and serve Her and one that You will wish to never end...

i have been into BDSM for many years now and have never really had the desire to revisit any Mistress more than a couple of times. i saw Mistress Darcy for the first time at the start of this year and that has all changed. She is kind and caring, and yet sadistic and cruel. She is incredibly intelligent and takes what She does very seriously. Her role-play i cannot recommend highly enough as it is excellent and you will lose yourself for the duration. As for Her looks, well obviously they are the first thing that drew me to Her when surfing the internet and She is even more stunning in the flesh than the perfection You see in Her pictures. If you’re looking to build an exciting, evolving BDSM relationship, visit Mistress Darcy.

I had a session with Mistress Darcy about a week ago and it was awesome! I'm always abit scared when i go on a session, i suppose thats part of the fun, but Mistress Darcy soon put me in my place ( at her knees) and at my ease. The only regret i have about the session is that i didn't let Her push my limits. I won't make that mistake next time. She had a great look, She reminded of a young Liz Taylor and she had a lovely way of dominating, humiliating and hurting me. Everything was just at the right level. She told me in an email before the session that She would enjoy making me Her bitch. I really enjoyed becoming her bitch, and I look forward to seeing Her next time She's in town

I had the good pleasure of seeing Mistress Darcy a few weeks ago. She was not my first session, but she left an indelible mark on me. By the fourth time I cataloged the venue, I was certain she wasn't nestled in a booth shrouded in low light and din. I looked again anyway. I was also certain she wasn't hanging on the only door like some sort of dominatrix holiday ornament. At least my plan to stare from person to person to door gave me something to do. Taking stock, I fulfilled minimalist and neat descriptions: cold, early and nervous.

She still wasn't the boy beside me, awkwardly associating with a couple but focusing on his phone. I add frenetic to my list of adjectives. I see her on the street through the window and a gallon of adrenaline bursts like a supremely satisfying water balloon in your childhood nemesis's face. I'm flush. Two people by the door jostle for a better table in the corner and the upheaval delays her entrance. I envy the vestibule and curse the couple and the cafe for poor urban planning. She knows I'm the one waiting for her but I wave anyway. Her in-person presence is different from her photos... My first repose; a comment better left unsaid and she swivels her head. Her eyes narrow and I feel as if she slapped me on the street corner without warning. My voice cracks and my gait falters. "Not angry, just intense". Now, cold, nervous, frenetic and trading early for quizzical. Arriving at her space, I couldn't retrace my steps. I was lost in a city with a companion I fail to categorize and she was leading me up the stairs-- forcing me to my knees I felt the Mistress in the Darcy. I have been asked to kneel, told to kneel, expected to kneel and even abruptly placed on my knees but Mistress Darcy invoked something else when she locked my arms and *forced* me on my knees. She lowered my face to the floor and gripped me between her legs. I readjusted my body to keep symmetrical and placed my hands on the ground. I wanted to be beautiful lest she tire of me. I was sloppy. I kissed her boots in revelry but I was consumed rather than measured. I stared when I should have embraced modesty and closed my eyes when I should have absorbed direction. An emotional puddle and her boots were still on.

And then they weren't. Removed at my hand. She lounged on the bed and brought them to my face. Grace, poise and sophistication, already long gone from my repertoire, were replaced by my grinding hips against her mattress. Her aroma immediately struck me and the lights in my brain lit up like my fanciful images of switchboards on Mother's day. I was losing touch and she wanted to play. "Say when." I'm trim and tiny so cupping my body in pseudo-embrace was effective bondage. She held me and put her right arm on my wind pipe. Pressure. More pressure. Spots in front of my eyes and no breath-- it was my only responsibility in the last half-hour and I didn't want to make a mistake. I say when.

She ties me and uses the lead as a leash. My knees struggle to keep up with her stride. She pushes me down again. Again. I stare and marvel at how beautiful she is; how minimal changes in the curves of her lips span an emotional orchestra. Her feet are out of reach and she is flexing and wiggling them in front my face. I need them but I'm relatively still; squirming but compliant. "Can you reach?" I can, but is it worth it. I twist my tiny wrist out of a loose tie and sit up. One explosive second near her mind altering feet before she moves. "Cheeky boy!" ... My screams are muffled by her hand. I guess 40 and I'm correct. But she is switching implements and I'm straddling her bed. I find the moments between striking blows 43 and 44 to consider she sleeps here. And now my face is hiding my moans in the sheets. Round 10s and she let's me kiss her toe. I debate whether she is affording a single contact. I test with a double-dip, she closes her eyes and I want her contended feeling to be forever associated with my lips on her feet. We resume with a cane. Harshly. She pauses on the 9s and delivers a blow that makes me bite my lip. My rear is hot. Oh god yes, hit me again.

She often holds me so I can't move-- unless she tickles me. I'm to kneel and she stands behind me. I raise my arms behind her head and lock my hands. "Keep your hands together" She attacks my ribs with a thousand touches and I'm seeing red. I can't remain still but I don't let go. I pray for it to stop. "I don't play with safewords".

She is tender with me but begins to guzzle water. She probes me for unfulfilled fantasy. She marks me without permanent or even temporary implications. I'm finding I want to take more, give more and be more. I dress and we chat. We laugh and I want her soundtrack. I want to see her again; in a month or in an hour.

-Ohkchanged1

*An Amazing Evening with Mistress Darcy and Mistress Carly* I had the very good fortune of scheduling a session with Mistress Darcy on a recent trip to New York City. Before the evening ended, I had the surprise pleasure of serving not only Mistress Darcy, but also Mistress Carly, both of whom deserve a place amongst the most beautiful and talented professionals working today. After a series of email exchanges and a brief telephone call, I arranged to meet Darcy at an Italian restaurant near my hotel. I arrived before she did, and I was seated at a table in the back. I was stunned when she arrived ten minutes later. She has a personal presence that extends beyond her overwhelming physical beauty. It stems from her confidence, the way in which she carries herself and the collective energy she draws from a room that cannot help but notice her. This presence was likely incubated in the laid-back culture of her west coast childhood, refined during her extensive travels in London and Paris, and hardened in her now New York home. Her IQ is obvious, but her emotional intelligence is staggering. She seemed to me to be all things to all men and what every woman hopes to be. She turned more heads than mine as she strolled into the restaurant and back to my table. I knew immediately that she owned me. I stood to greet her, kissing the leather glove on her hand as she presented it to me. She sat down and her eyes consumed me. They were unwavering, staring me down. I'm certain she saw through the charade of my professional exterior in my dark suit and tie. I felt as if she saw me as I felt inside my own mind.. naked and exposed. Her dark hair fell against her cashmere sweater... there was an ironic softness in everything about her. She improved me instantly My hands were to remain on my lap, I was to speak only when permission was granted, and I would eat and drink only what pleased her. The waiter stepped back in amazement when, after she ordered for me, I asked her for permission to order a second glass of wine. The waiter clearly thought we were kidding, but her response subjugated him as much as it hypnotized me. She spoke curtly to him on my behalf. I belonged to her. My cock strained inside the confines of the CB3000 I had worn for days leading up to this dinner. We had pre-arranged to leave the restaurant and complete the session in my nearby hotel. To my surprise and without explanation, Darcy had me hand her not one, but both of the hotel keys that I had brought with me. I obeyed without question, and while this escalated my sense of personal vulnerability, we went on to finish a wonderful dinner together. There was a real risk of awkwardness in this setting, but there was none to be found. My continued obedience and very conscious reverance was rewarded with a magnificient dinner conversation which had me opening up as if I had known her my entire life. Mostly, however, I listened. She sensed my servants heart, and while she always spoke down to me, I was grateful to be spoken to at all. I smiled, I blushed, and I believe that I could not have been happier than I was at that very moment. I glowed in the spotlight of her incredible, benevolant authority. I was asked to carry her purse as we left the restaurant. She pulled me by my pocket through the still crowded street and right up until we reached the elevator of my hotel. At this point she handed me back one of her room keys, and she asked me to go ahead to the room and wait for her to come up. I confess that this act on her part created a real sense of anxiety for me. I felt certain that she was going to meet someone else, perhaps already waiting in the hotel lobby, that she would bring them back to the room with her. I am well aware that the boundaries of her imagination extend beyond the limits of anything that I have experienced in the past. Would she return to my room with a muscular young lover? Would I be humiliated in her presence and introduced to cuckolding? Would I be made to serve another man for her amusement? She knew that my own fantasies were built of emotionally and psychologically complex elements. I am always seeking ritual reinforcement of my place in the pecking order. What sort of intense metaphors for my place in her world might she have in mind for me? What sort of tests of my obedience could she pose? These were the thoughts clouding my mind as I stepped off the elevator and opened the door to my room. You could not imagine my incredible surprise when I saw, sitting casually on the room's couch, a strikingly beautiful blonde woman. She quickly introduced herself as Darcy's friend Mistress Carly. Darcy had given Carly one of my room keys when she had excused herself to use the restroom at the restaurant. It turns out I would be serving both women this evening. Carly is a perfect counterpoint to Darcy. Carly is statuesque while Darcy is petite. Darcy's hair is dark while Carly's is blonde. Both women, however, command respect. Both women are beautiful and deserve any submissive's eager surrender. I was told to strip, and to begin my service to these women. Without a doubt, the most wonderful thing about the time spent with them was that I was very genuinely *existing to please them*. There was no contrived acts on their part that were intended to meet my expectations for a session. If they wanted their feet rubbed, I rubbed them. If they wanted a body massage, I responded in kind. I ordered them room service, I crawled into a ball and served as their footstool while they chatted. This was REAL service, not a session. What a refreshing and remarkable difference this was from most of the "checklist" professional sessions that I have had in the past. Case in point were the three golden showers I had the privalege of experiencing with these women. I had not discussed my interest in this activity with Darcy. However, when Darcy had to pee, it amused her to have me crawl into the bathtub and sing while she urinated on me. I cupped my hands and drew her warm nectar to my lips. This pleasure was matched when Carly did the same later in the evening, and then again when Darcy repeated the ritual. I already ache to serve these women again. I have committed to both of them that I will trust them completely, allowing my limits to be bound only by their impulses. If they take me somewhere dark and forbidden, if they change me forever to amuse themselves for just a moment, then so be it. If I suffer for them it will not be because I expect anything in return. I will suffer for them because I know it is what I am meant to do. -nicholas