I've toyed with my booking procedure enough to know exactly what works for me, yields the best scenes & attracts the best clients. I'm an introvert, I value my alone time very highly and need to plan ahead in order to assure I get enough of it. When I host sessions, I give it my all, before, during & after. I pride myself on investing my full energy into creating scenes that excite me while also enveloping the kinks of my guest. It's a creative process, one that I find challenging and invigorating.
I would make more money if I offered same day bookings but I don't want more money, I want great scenes. This is an important distinction I made through trial & error. My experiences have informed my booking process and the one I use currently has served me well.
Treat my booking process the same way you would any other professional service. If you attempt to exempt yourself from any of my requirements, I'll assume you're not a respectful person in general and wish you the best before moving on. Advising me of your very busy schedule or your successful entrepreneurship which precludes you from booking ahead serves two important functions, it tells me that:
A) You lack respect for MY business.
B) You're deceptive.
So having a busy schedule or owning a business truly prevents you from booking appointments in advance? Cool. Let me see your calendar. Are all the days empty besides today? Didn't think so. This would mean you never make it to the dentist, you're not capable of planning business meetings ahead of time, you're not able to make it to people's birthdays or plan vacations. What a sad, erratic existence.
The fact is, if something is important, you make time for it. If it's not that important or something you'd like to fit in at the last minute if you've got free time, I get it but that means we're not compatible. I plan ahead, I show up, I give it my all, please do the same.
As a new patient, we'd like to welcome you to our practice. We've helped countless patients find relief and we're excited to help you do the same. Our methods have been considered unconventional, perhaps even extreme, but they are always highly effective and that is our primary concern.
Relief is our primary focus, alleviating clients of symptoms such as freedom, superiority, willpower, autonomy and an inclination to control. Using our renowned, in-depth assessment methods, we will quickly diagnose your symptoms & begin treatment immediately.
Be advised: Persistent cases may require several treatments.
We specialize in Men's Prostate Health, Gender/Sex Re-Assignment, Annual Check Ups & Medical Waste Management. Upon contacting us for treatment, please advise us which of our procedures you are interested in.
Men's Prostate Health: Did you know that men need to have their asses violated at least once a year by a Female Dominant? It's true! Our research has shown that not only is it a sign of a healthy mental attitude, it helps the community as well. In addition to providing a stimulating and powerful dose of ego-checking for the patient, we're also donating $10 from every treatment to a prostate health charity for the entire month of November! There's no excuse to wait, book your prostate analysis & full attitude treatment today.
Gender/Sex Re-Assignment: Some clients simply need relief from the harmful and embarrassing expressions of their birth gender and we're here to help. This can be done in a variety of ways depending on client needs. Stripping clients of their gender manifestations is a complex procedure involving both the mind & body. Some prefer to remain conscious and engaged, while others prefer to be "out". Diagnosis and treatment will determine our gender management plan, depending on individual client needs. An overall experience of docility, contentment & humility is guaranteed.
Annual Check Up: Our comprehensive analysis was designed to efficiently diagnose and remedy underlying symptoms of dominant or controlling behaviour. We aggressively treat all symptoms of male ego, leaving clients with a renewed sense of obedience and deference.
Medical Waste Management: This treatment is specifically designed for persistent or extreme cases. Only available on the weekends, this treatment is sure to alter any and all indications of superiority. Clients are effectively turned into our medical waste basket during a milking procedure on a regular client. Research shows that objectification & humiliation are the only proven treatment methods for those with severe symptoms. This method can also be used as a preventative treatment for those interested in maintaining their current submissive vitality.
The procedure involves full immobilization of the clients body with clear, medical wrap, this facilitates a lessening of the clients ideations of bodily control and autonomy. The client's head is inserted into the side of a medium sized garbage bin and their mouth is secured open. The visual perspective from the bottom of a garbage bin has proven to be an intensely reliable method. As the client sinks into a deep state of resignation, they witness the entirety of a milking procedure performed on another client, this involves several extractions which are then dumped into the waste bin.
Our highly effective procedures have been carefully curated to treat a variety of symptoms. We welcome you to join us throughout the month of November for a medical assessment you'll never forget.
The Nurses will see you now.
When prepping for a pegging scene, my best advice is to listen to your body. You know your body best, if you feel a little "full" than you probably are. Use an enema bulb, I prefer this one, flush yourself out a couple times until the water is essentially clear. That's it. Getting a feel for your body and giving yourself a few flushes is what I recommend. For more detailed instructions, refer to the illustration below.
~ Trick ~
You're invited to our Halloween party! Yes, you.
You're the first person to arrive and, by the looks of things, not the last. There's enough food here to feed 30 people. Generally you've known these women to be intimidating and somewhat indifferent with you so seeing this new, domestic side of Bastienne & Lady Henry is surprisingly comforting. Initial nerves are subsiding and you find a spot to park while you chat with your hosts.
You accept the offer of a drink from Lady Henry, you're beyond excited for a few minutes of quality time before the other guests arrive. As Lady Henry presents you with your drink, she motions for you to sip it first, feeding it to you as she tips your glass up. The liquid hits your lips before it pours down your chest, soaking through your shirt.
"Oh my god! What are you doing??" Bastienne squeals.
You apologize profusely and your face flushes but the last of their eye rolls are complete, they've moved on to chatting about the snacks. Lady Henry picks up a hard candy, unwraps it and offers it to Bastienne, placing it in her open mouth. As you watch this, seemingly innocent feeding, you feel blood rush to your member, the familiar feeling of arousal. Bastienne catches your eye, "Tastes so good, want to try it?". You nod and she sticks out her tongue showing you the wet candy, glistening in her mouth. "Open" she says then spits the used candy at your face as she stares you down. Lady Henry bursts out with a loud laugh. The thought occurs to you that perhaps you should defend yourself against this disrespectful treatment but the pulsing in the front of your pants won't allow that.
In fact, you start to think about what else you would be willing to consume.
Your mind is pulled out of the gutter and back into reality when Lady Henry asks if you want to try some of her Jello Mold. She's holding a spoonful of black, jiggly jello, smiling at you, waiting for your response. "Sure", you respond, reaching out for the spoon. Bastienne promptly knocks your arm down, catching your wrist. "Not entirely confident we can trust you to feed yourself". They giggle as one holds your arms and the other force feeds you dessert, making a mess all over your face and body.
The next hour is an absolute sensory assault.
You're out of breath and your body is wet and sticky with melted chocolate and beads of candy. By this point you have all four of their feet permanently etched in your memory after being forced to consume a thorough sampling of Halloween treats off of every inch of them. You recall them laughing hysterically as they took turns smashing whip cream into your face with the full weight of their bodies sitting on your face. Being offered some apple juice to wash it all down as they pull their costumes aside and release into your mouth.
Showered, dressed and standing in the cold autumn night outside, you realize, they're was never a party. There were no other guests. They just wanted to MindFuck you. With your pants feeling extra tight and a goofy smirk on your face, you swirl your tongue around your teeth and catch one last remnant of candy.
~ SENSORY OVERLOAD: $600/hour ~ Wet & Messy ~ MindFuck ~ Golden ~ Smothering ~ Trampling ~ Food Play ~ Feminization ~ CBT ~ Forced Anal ~ Foot Worship ~ Humiliation ~ Cum Eating Instructions ~ Any and all fetishes are optional and tailored to the submissives interests.
~ Treat ~
Your body appears in the darkness, a sacrifice. A string of synapses waiting for permission to rest. The perpetual rhythm, suspended, at the peak of your deepest inhale. A full life lived in the moment between thoughts.
Your silent offering is our SUBMISSIVE SACRIFICE.
Deliberate & Meditative, we divest you of your trophies of comfort, minimized to your most sensitive form. Void of clothing, sounds, words, sight or faculty of your limbs, this is your Erotic Override. A chance to submerge into the cosmic femininity of this season, observing the ever thinning veil between your mind and our will. Our immersive conditioning will find you sleepily grasping at control in the dark, only to have each of your fingers carefully relieved, coaxed back to rest like a sleepwalking child.
The astronomical midpoint between the autumn equinox and winter solstice is the end of the pagan year. A festival of Darkness & Fire. The cold winter that lies ahead represents death & isolation, warm yourself by the fire of our ceremony. Align yourself with the virtue of our instincts. We will bathe you in fire, cleansing you of control, whispering in rounds until you are pure.
We are the ancestors of witches. Experience our Practice.
~ SENSORY DEPRIVATION: $550/hour ~ Hypnosis Play ~ Sounding ~ Wax Play ~
I close my eyes, as directed.
"What do you hear?" Henry asks.
"The dogs playing, the air conditioner in the bedroom, you moving around on the chair," I respond. A distant yet familiar feeling immediately presents itself under the darkness of my eyelids. The thoughts slide into my mind, involuntarily. The hope that my answer was correct, the fear of disappointing her, the familiar discomfort of vulnerability. I feel a bit silly for succumbing so quickly and pull myself back, comforting myself with the understanding that my eyes are simply closed, nothing to fear.
"What else can you hear?" she asks as she begins slowly walking across the hardwood floor. "Your high heels on the floor," I respond, trying to sound confident, still hoping that's the right answer. "I need you to see with your ears, see me walking through the room," Henry says in her low, calming voice. With that directive, I can see her. The dark of my eyelids are lit up with the projection of her walking back & forth in my living room, my mind happily grants me the visual. I can feel the arms of the chair under my hands, my legs touching each other, I wonder what my face looks like. My mind starts to wander, musing over what it would be like to be blind, senses heightened, I can feel it. I concentrate on the visual of her walking back & forth, though I lose track of where she is in the room. My ears are trying to work as eyes but they're failing, I'm descending into the sensations of my body, the consistency of the shoes, walking across the floor.
I feel something in front of me, the rhythm of her pacing has stopped and I realize, she's here. I can see a version of her face but it's washed out, almost like a watercolour, swirling as my mind struggles to generate an accurate image. It suddenly becomes clear that there's no sense in holding on to the memory of the outside world and I immediately, involuntarily feel a release. I melt into the dreamlike version my mind is presenting. I realize she's been talking in that low, gentle voice this whole time.
My inner narrative and her voice are speaking directly to each other.
I witness her speaking to my inner world and I realize the beauty of this offer; I don't need words, I don't need eyes, I just need to surrender. I'm seeing with my ears as she begins an inventory. A gentle, methodical inventory. I watch her speaking to my fears, pulling them out of the darkness. As she gently pushes my body, she calls out to the corners of my mind.
She is the authority and I am a witness.
There's a space now between my thoughts and the outside world and this is where she has positioned herself, my advocate. She invites the negative thoughts, the doubts, the insecurity, the anger & fear to show themselves. She calmly gathers them in this space and my mind can see her standing up to them on my behalf, all the things I couldn't face alone. She assesses them objectively and decides that these things are not needed. She turns around and invites me to banish them. Henry's watercolour face asks my body to take action, a simple action to complete the work that she has just done. As I stir from my stillness, I feel tears in my eyes and I act. I banish them with a breath. I step into the space that she created, replacing the watercolour version of Henry and now, I'm the advocate.
The watercolour room becomes more vibrant, more solid and I open my eyes to the most caring, beautiful face looking at me. I burst out crying and Henry immediately wraps me in a big hug. In the quiet of the room and the visceral comfort of this connection I realize..
THIS is FemDom.
There is no strength comparable to this. Steadfast compassion, quiet acceptance and kindness; these are simply the most valuable of human traits. What a sorely needed reminder for me in my practice of BDSM. I've recently been immersing myself, deeply, in humiliation based kinks and relishing in the cesspool of disgust and power they elicit in me. I've been fueling recent scenes with genuine anger and I've lost my sense of balance. True power is not physically or psychologically beating someone into submission. True power is holding the most valuable thing in your hands and choosing to share it. Every woman has this power within them, from the day they are born, until the day they die. We are always the advocates of whatever form of power we choose.
I implore you to book a session with Lady Henry, she's a living, breathing piece of artwork.
Immerse yourself in her amazingly crafted website & book a session at www.LadyHenry.ca
It's like being underwater for just a little too long, seeing the surface from below and realizing you're already out of breath as you float up, just a little too slow. Your chest becomes concave & panic sets in. There's the panic inside and there's the stillness outside. The stillness & weight of the whole ocean holding you, an apathetic witness to your pain. You're somehow aware of this stillness and the futility of your fear, even in the midst of the thousand fire alarms going off in your head. The place where the water divides from the air becomes a fantasy, a day dream, as you draw closer in slow motion. As you surface, your body draws in the most primal breath you've ever experienced. This automated function has gained an amazing new level of gratitude, a new level of meaning. You've been forcefully ejected from the mindless pattern you were in & suddenly find yourself in a new, beautiful world. The ocean is warm & kindly embraces you, holding you to the surface, the place you were dreaming about. The sun is bright & feels as though it will never set again. You can taste the salt on your lips and you have no thoughts, just an overwhelming gratitude, a relief, a feeling of sinking back into the perfection of your painless body.
You are here. You are alive.
I am the ocean.
I smirk as I ask the man sipping my golden latte in a busy coffee shop, "So what are you into?"
"I'm into pretty much everything" he responds with a smile.
SIGH. I used to get excited when I got this answer, now I just feel irritated. I've come to identify this response as the hallmark of the under-prepared novice.
I reply, "Cool, I LOVE ballbusting".
"Oh, not sure I'm ready for that! Actually I'm not really into pain that much". he replies.
Wah. WAH. You're not into pain yet here you sit with a Sadist. You're into everything yet you won't let me kick you in the balls. You want to "lose control" yet you have a very precise idea of what you want that I'm suppose to tease out of you. That's fine, I will do that, I will cycle through fetishes you don't like and find the ones you do but this is your warning: that is a very expensive way to get your kinky needs met.
When submissive's say they like everything they generally fall into one of two camps: humiliation & surrender. People who want to be used or humiliated like the idea that I can do whatever I want to them, they will be used for my entertainment or pleasure. This is the murky water I'm talking about. That could entail me pissing on them, ignoring them, inflicting pain, teasing/edging, ruining orgasms, foot worship, needle play, making them perform domestic duties, restraining them, pegging them. The possibilities are extensive.
The second (more elusive) group are the surrenderers, they tend to be older and more experienced. They enjoy giving up control, the element of surprise, the meditative qualities of surrender. I can cycle through fetishes with these submissives and they truly enjoy pleasing me, they may even enjoy doing things they don't like because it brings me joy. I, in turn, reward them with their favourite kinks. This is where rich, back & forth, BDSM relationships thrive, this is a proper power exchange.
I don't require you to be into everything - far from it! I want you to enjoy yourself & I want to indulge in a shared kink with you. Don't hand me the reigns then try to take them back. For a Domme, there's no bigger disappointment. Do your research, set your boundaries and come to me prepared. Think about what kind of fantasy you have mapped out in your mind, then deconstruct it to the point where you know what your kinks are. Think about what kind of FemDom porn you watch, what are the themes?
My list of kinks are here. I'm open to other ideas, just ask. Outside of session is when we communicate openly about our boundaries. Once we're in session, you hand total control over to me. You have two tools to work with: your safewords & ability to trust, I'll take care of the rest. I'm offering something really beautiful if you'll let yourself accept it.
Introducing Shelby, a favourite little, sissy pet of mine. She wrote this amazing description of our latest session. Enjoy ...
I’ve seen Miss Bastienne quite a few times now (one could say I’m obsessed) and though every session with her is incredible, I felt an inspiration to share the phenomenal experience of our most recent rendezvous. We had talked about branding me before and today was the day I would get my sissy name from my Mistress. Once I was naked and vulnerable, I kneeled in place awaiting instructions from my owner. She looked absolutely beautiful as she always does and, as always, the moment she enters the room I’m mush. She starts off by petting her very eager slave and even mentions how happy and excited I look. She commands me to follow her down the hall and leads me into the room where our fun often takes place. She forces me to bend over the loveseat as she finds the perfect outfit for her slut to wear. She begins humiliating me with the most dominant yet playful Cuckold talk and explains everything she’s going to force me to do for the amusement of my Master and Mistress. Once I’m dressed in sissy attire Miss Bastienne reminds me of my safe words, she is truly just as caring as she is cruel. She begins by spanking me with her hands and proceeds to use different tools of the trade. The result was a stinging pink ass, but just hearing my beautiful mistress laugh made all the pain and discomfort worth it. She lubed up my sissy pussy and put a butt plug in me to make sure I was ready for her strap on. I was then granted permission to worship her feet and I must say though I started this journey being into any and all feet, there are no feet comparable to those belonging to Miss Bastienne. They are always incredibly soft and she always has the most pleasant aromas throughout her home and on herself. Still bent over with my panties slightly below my ass, she brings my face to her strap on. She begins by telling me to show her what I’m going to be doing for her boyfriend. I apologize for the length and constant segues but to truly appreciate these reviews you have to understand Miss Bastienne does not fake anything …her passion is genuine and her bubbly enthusiasm is contagious. She’s not a domme that has to force anything and her creativity comes so natural. After forcing her cock down my throat and thoroughly cleaning her feet with my tongue, she announces that she has chosen her sissy’s new name. She simply says “Shelby” and as humiliating as it was, to be branded by my Mistress was to be complete. Once I was named and officially her slut she began to slowly work her way into my sissy pussy with her strap on. Always hesitant at first it took a couple of pumps and groans but my Mistress was fully inside me. She is a master with her cock and every second of it was pure pleasure. She assumed a position I had never even imagined and was so deep inside me I was producing cum without even being fully hard or touched. Her rhythm kept me on constant edge and the position even allowed her to shove her feet in my face. I was in heaven and once she knew I was at my tipping point, still deep inside me, I received the command: “Cum for me”. The feeling started at the very tips of my fingers and toes, I was in a blissful nirvana detached from the world for a mere matter of seconds. Suddenly I feel the fingers of my Mistress covered in my sissy load being shoved into my mouth. It was a slap back to reality and I lapped my own juices own like an eager puppy. The taste was salty but as I said before…hearing her laugh makes it all worth it.
As I wrapped his hands in duct tape I tell him that if he wants to act like an animal, I'll happily treat him like one.
"You want to make me happy don't you?"
"Puppies make me happy"
I wrap the tape around his new paws a few times, I love the sound of duct tape stretching laid over the whimpers of a grown man. I slip my leather belt around his neck as a make shift collar & leash.
Everyone knows that training a puppy takes patience and mommy isn't feeling very patient today.
"You want to go outside?" I ask in a high, excited voice. "You wanna go pee-pee outside?" He whimpers in agreement as I lead him to the bathroom. I position him in the bath tub on all fours and scoot him to the back, making room for myself to stand.
"Okay, we're outside now, I show you what I want you to do" I explain as I pull my panties to the side and relieve myself in front of his face. He's panting as I step out of the tub. I'm training him to clean me up when I make a mess so I extend my leg and lead his face to my inner thighs. "Lick it up". His tongue tries to wander further up, I smack him and with a stern "Bad dog" he learns an important boundary. Like I said, Mommy doesn't have patience for nonsense today.
I'm coaxing him, asking him to be a good boy and pee for me. He seems to be nervous so I wait, telling him to relax and lift his leg like a filthy dog. Finally it starts, a steady stream of urine passing his duct taped paws into the drain. When he's done, I lean down and whisper in his ear, "Does it look like we're outside?". He goes silent and still, trying to determine the appropriate response. I ask him again, "Does it look we're fucking outside? Did you just piss in my house, you little shit?". The whimpering resumes at a higher, faster pace. I slip the belt off his neck, double it over itself and hold it in my right hand as I grab the back of his head with the left, shoving his disobedient face into his own piss. "Bad dog! BAD dog!".
I begin beating his ass with my thick leather belt as he whimpers in pain. I left some lovely marks on his ass, a reminder of his training for the days to come.
You may not know this about me but I've got a sweet spot in my heart for sissies. Like many fetishes, its origins are confusing. Part of me loves the fact that a man is drawn to emulate a woman, they could do anything they want in the sexual spectrum and they choose to feminize themselves. It's like a roundabout compliment in a way. The other part of me resents that this is done as an act of humiliation for some. Done behind closed doors, an embarrassing secret. I suppose my role is to meld these two perspectives, to coax and seduce the sissy out from the darkness of shame and into the beauty and power of femininity.
I had an amazing session with my favourite sissy, let's call him Danielle. He usually has a lovely, deep, soothing voice but that won't do for a sissy at all. I dressed him in lingerie, blindfolded him and tied him to the bed. Danielle is resistant to his nature so the restraints were more of a psychological aid than anything. Danielle tries to revert to vanilla/hetero normative behaviour regularly, although he just doesn't belong there. I want Danielle to come out and be my girlfriend, I want us to bask in feminine energy together and leave behind the ideas of what sex should look like.. and sound like.
With Danielle fully fixated on the sounds around him, I demonstrate. I start playing with myself beside him, this is what a woman sounds like when she's turned on, beckoning arousal from others with her breath and subtle noises. Danielle's turn. She's resistant, giggling, uncomfortable. Her laughter is met with my big, pink dildo being forced into her mouth. Try again. Danielle works well with discipline, she doesn't love gagging on that dildo with no way to resist, moaning seems the better option now. She moans and I direct her to beg me. Beg me to rub her wet clit so she can cum, cum with that nice, pink cock in her mouth. It's all about positive association. If she associates the positive sensation of an orgasm with the feeling of my strap on deep in her throat, she'll soon start to crave my cock all the time. Just like I wanted.
Lovely, little sadist living in Toronto, Ontario. Spanking my way from one side of Canada to the other.