The Dark Tantra Tarot. First Ever Fetish Pack. 22 doorways 4 Mistresses

The SuspendedTHE DARKTANTRATAROT
The Suspended Androgyne

Fetish Trance.  The Suspended Androgyne. Drifting. Dreaming.

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Why Mistresses instead of Queens?

The legendary Marquise. One of the four Mistress cards in the limited edition Major Arcana cards shortly available. We replaced Queens with Mistresses. Well, to name but one, who wouldn’t prefer Our Lady of intelligent elegance  to our own dear Queen?

The Marquise once referred to me as a ‘tempestuous Puck-like talent’. Well, I’ve always been a fool. For Puck’s sake.  As for The Tempest, I’ve reached Prospero vintage. Hence 22 new Tarot doorways. Taboos to confront. Obsessions to nurture. Moonlit paths through the tangled forest.

Ruth Ramsden has dipped her quill deep into decades of lived wisdom to realise these visions. What’s more, she managed not to murder me during the period of its conception. (While knowing that no court in the country would have convicted her.)

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The Clitoral Truth: Supreme Sasha answers your letters

Dear Sasha,
my missus has bought me a book called The Clitoral Truth. I realise I may not be as attentive to her needs as I might be but should she have thrown it at me saying, ‘Read it, you cunt!’? She can be awfully rude sometimes,
Jeremy

Dear Jeremy,
I may not be psychic but I’m getting that you haven’t had your head between her legs very often recently. When you do get there you’d better listen to instructions as women’s needs vary. Some like it around the sides some like a rub of the nub.  Keeping a steady rhythm is important. Unless it isn’t. They’ll soon tell you, if you learn to LISTEN.
‘The Clitoral Truth – The world at your fingertips’ by Rebecca Chalker is a good guide to getting the most out of a clitoris, female ejaculation, the G-spot, Tantric Sex, and everything else you might need to know to service your female. Many men are unaware that it can take twenty minutes for a women to become fully aroused never mind reach an orgasm. Forget Alan Titchmarsh. Do a bit of Lady Gardening. The Clitoral Truth. Cleis publishing. Find it on Amazon.

Dear Sasha,
I live in the London area and need a way of publicising my erotic services without resorting to visiting fetish markets wearing a sandwich board. I sell a new realistically human sex worker android (male, female and t-girl models) which doubles as a vacuum cleaner (stronger than a Dyson) It’s also a qualified plumber and lawyer.
Nick Faust

Dear Nick,
to invent such a supremely useful android I suspect you must have struck a Faustian bargain with one of our other columnists, My Lord Lucifer. Untold riches will undoubtedly come your way, especially if you can somehow make your android sex worker talk. On second thoughts it’s probably worth more without the talking option.
If you still need publicity for erotic products and services you can have Hand Jobs media take on this onerous duty off your, ahem, hands.
One stunningly gorgeous woman accessorised by some friendly blokes made a positive impression at London Alternative Market handing out flyers and leaflets all in a shiny little black bag. Tres chic. As they don’t say in Clapham Junction, where this lovely old Music Hall hosts an excellent market with a very hot after party. The one time I visited the party there was a naked Sloaney girl with a flawless pert body in a suspension frame being teased and spanked for what seemed a lifetime. This Goddess actually insists on gentlemen over fifty, so you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce that this is a daddy thing. (Yes, she does have a boyfriend. Life’s like that.)

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Substance 666 Three Wise Women, A top geezer and a cauldron of hubble bubble toil and trouble

Mark Ramsden's bottom, YET AGAIN

I got my lovely boy Santa outfit from Substance 666 Hastings, staffed by three Wise Women who like a laugh and good, quick service.  I bought my Scarlet and Black Lady Goddess a Viennese mask here. Although the shop offers all manner of bongs, legal highs, kinky knick knacks and gifts it’s Fancy Dress that’s all the rage currently. Have we all gone party mad? I was certainly bonkers after two deep bong hits on Salvia Divinorum purchased here. They did warn me it was powerful. As an experienced Lady K hound I thought I could handle the highest grade strength. That was the worst psychic and actual near death experience I have ever had. Even being cradled in Ruth’s arms during the hallucination of everyone I had ever known being torn in half didn’t help.

Have a care, kiddies.

The tall top geezer behind the counter has worked for Howard Stern, the lucky, lucky bastard. Howard does a lot of explicitly sexual humour, no corner of the Fetish underworld is left unprodded. When I saw his show some gorgeous filly was straddling a fucking machine and getting a right seeing to.  Not sure whether these should be allowed as men are more or less obsolete already. Why have a bloke sat on the sofa arguing with you when you can buy a horse-dicked metallic shagatron?Who will actually LISTEN to you.

For occultists Hastings is known as the place Crowley  came to die. Crowley – ‘rhymes with holy’ chant the faithful. As I reincarnated as the Great Beast, well, the slightly lesser Beast if you will, I love this atmospheric seaside town and its shifting cast of Boho relics, washed up artists and people who tired of Anus Mundi, otherwise known as London. Come and join us and buy all your kinky toys from Substance 666.

Mark Ramsden's bottom, YET AGAIN

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First visit to a Mistress

John Updike once referenced ‘a discord of unspoken expectations’. How should you avoid it, when seeing Pro-Domme? Well, try washing and using a deodorant. Don’t arrive drunk or drugged and show up when you’ve booked instead of bottling it. This may seem obvious but you would be surprised how many people ignore these seemingly self evident truths.  Here’s Mistress Keane, www.mistresskeene.com, with some advice for potential clients. “Do think with your brain and not your cock. Arrange to see her at a convenient time, plan ahead for the session, relax, give up control to her when you meet her and let her as a competent, experienced Domme take the lead.” To which I would add, as with all women, try belting up for a change and seeing what they think. Be prepared to listen. At length. It works wonders.
I’ve never paid for sex, except in the usual currency of heartbreak, life derailment and losing the will to live. So this is a little like Anne Widdecombe writing an article entitled “Gagging For It! My threesome with two well hung studs!” There would be a lot of conjecture and none of her own experience. However, I did sell various lewd corrective services once upon a time and I gained enough experience to be able to share some wisdom.
While it is entirely appropriate, indeed advisable, to discuss a session before arriving, abbreviated text messaging is disrespectful and when it’s obviously a covert attempt at cyber-sex it is an abomination before the Lord. Not gr8, m8. Professionals in whatever sphere require your best English. If you can’t be bothered to write properly why would they bother to read it? And while they will answer serious questions in order to facilitate a session, timewasters are legion and Pro-Dommes have heard it all before and then some. Ring a Mistress at a sensible time, office hours or early evening, not late at night when you’re in a sexual delirium but she may be reading Mills and Boon, watching a Jane Austen adaptation, dreaming of Mr Right, eating too much chocolate or tucked up in bed with Mr Cuddles, her teddy bear.
After discussing your desires, (not too explicit too quickly either), and what equipment and scenarios are available you may decide that what is on offer doesn’t suit. In which case there is no shame in saying that you will consider the matter and thanking her for her time. But you will burn in hell next to Saddam Hussein if you make an appointment you don’t intend keeping. Do not be alarmed if a man answers the phone, it could be her tranny maid or a slave looking after the phone while she’s in a session.
While we’re on telephone etiquette, turn your mobile off before the session. You’re about to experience a unique blend of sex, violence and religion. You are hoping to get into a deep psychosexual trance state. This will be one of the most intense experiences you will ever encounter. You don’t need any interruptions.
Once you have booked, a little gift such as flowers, Greene and Black chocolate or good wine will help make a good impression and grease the wheels of commerce. Look your best. You may not have fetish gear but try not to show up looking like a total nerd. Trainers should not be worn in any fetish context, indeed they shouldn’t be worn at all, except during sport. Sandals were rubbish in biblical times and are totally unacceptable in a sexual context. It is regrettable that some elderly men strip naked and masturbate in fetish clubs, it is tragic that they wear sandals to do so. Wear boots if you’ve got them, the kinkier the better. Sportswear and hoodies don’t show any respect. Dress casually by all means, military gear is always good, but whatever you wear, all clothes and body parts must be spotless, shaved and deodorised.
If you’re attempting androgyny or cross dressing consider shaving your body hair. Sportsmen have been doing this for some years now so straight friends or your partner will not immediately assume you’re kinky or effeminate. You don’t make it as a tranny just by wearing panties or stockings. If you try harder you will get more out of it.
Of course, self-styled worms may wish to look hideous to exacerbate their self hatred. I still haven’t recovered from the sight of an ashtray-eater and ballkick receiver who showed up to a fetish club with a Max Wall hairdo – bald on top, sides grown long – wearing a scruffy hoodie and dirty white plimsoles. With any luck someone has put this specimen out of his misery because such people are a ‘vexation to the spirit’, as Ronnie Kray once said. 

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Miss Makeover: Dominatrix or Mummy Dearest?

I am Spartacus. I want to free the slaves. Although there are logistical problems. I would have few remaining customers. And I would get crucified before completing the mission. Not by the slave’s owners, but by the pathetic little worms themselves. (Their words, not mine. The latest fetish is a full on kick in the balls. What next? Castration? Without an anesthetic?) Most self-styled slaves can’t live without their fetish high, the snatched hours where they step out of their normal personae to become Mummy’s little helper. Sorry! Make that ‘Mistress’s best slave.’ Or, more usually, ‘ME, ME, ME, ME.” It’s all about them, despite it supposedly being about me. The real derivation of the Dominatrix archetype is that much misunderstood domestic goddess: Mummy Dearest. Now we’re all feeling queasy, having mentioned mothers and sex in the same breath. That’s the truth everyone wants swept under the carpet. She Who Must Be Obeyed ain’t The Goddess, she’s not Supreme Dominatrix Ruler Of The Known Multiverse! She’s dear old Mum. Yuck.

Club Rub. Does Rub stand for rubber or right up yer bum? The debate continues.

A Decade of Decadence – Club Rub’s Tenth Birthday Party

Club Rub does fun fetish better than anywhere else.Ten years on and it’s still rammed, raunchy and extremely RUDE.  The
Club’s deserved success is a combination of a loyal, lively crowd and
attractive hostess Kim’s people and party skills, (plus pulchritude). Check out  her amusing & informative newsletter at http://www.club-rub.com.
You’ll see why people want to be part of the positive pervery posse.
There’s reasonable bar prices, helpful cloakroom and bar staff and
unobtrusive security. It’s glitzy yet unpretentious, they don’t make
the paying customers wait outside to create a buzz, or because sloth
or incompetence delayed the opening time. (How very rock’n'roll.)

The music is house for humans, much more soulful than your average
Hard House dustbin clanging and the people dress to impress but not freakishly  so. You don’t have to be Salvador Dali on acid to put a costume  together. There’s no shortage of glamourpusses in upmarket rubber or kink  couture but anyone following the basic dress code will be welcome.

If you’re a bloke looking for inspiration  just get some military or
Police gear, which will flatter your body, unlike rubber gimpery, and
is much more durable.  As ever, trannies are extremely welcome,
indeed they seem to be getting younger at Rub – maybe that’s just the
pervy Policepeople. Speaking of law and order, I watched as the expert Playpenz security  team Dave and Annie (swoon) looked after a woman who got her  chemistry experiment wrong, patiently and gently nursing her back to  walking wounded status. You don’t actually need anything illicit to  enjoy a dance or fetish play event and you’ll probably stand a better chance of meeting that special someone if you can string a sentence together.
In the dungeon downstairs there’s ample room for two or three couples
to be whipping up a frenzy or slowly toasting proffered buns. When
cheeky little minx Tank Girl is involved there’s no finer view.
Nearby is a curtained harem area for couples who want to get cuddly
and overall the club has almost as many nooks and crannies in which
to misbehave as the human body itself. Incidentally, there shall be
no nudity and no shagging. This be the law. And they mean it.
There’s no rule against making new friends though and even I have
managed to find several young and gorgeous trannies here, proof
positive that even Grim Reaper lookalikes have a chance at Rub.
Despite being bi and arriving in a black leather cowboy hat and shiny
boots I was surprised to be told that I ‘read’ as straight, which
would be news to the appalling teenagers in Kent who have decided
unanimously that anyone not wearing football kit or a hoody must be
gay. Should I tell them that gay clubs regularly run footie kit
nights or that they lust after scally teens? (excuse me while I
barf.)  3 a.m. consciousness may impede rational conversation but not the  giving of foot massage, often the quickest way to please weary women
in boots. It’s also a good way to make an introduction. Sucking and
kissing a Goddess’s toes provides mutual sensual delight, and also
ensures that the male comes out with fewer inanities than when he’s
putting his own foot in his mouth.
A glacial blonde beauty finally took pity on me when
I went into sub-slut mode, (the usual loved-up, brain dead
shambles.). Thanks Ma’am, it was a privilege to massage a rare beauty
who so recently graced the cover of Forum magazine.
If anyone is considering fetish clubbing for the first time, and is
perhaps concerned about fashion snobbery or online ogres tediously
flaunting their personality disorders, just come along. (After
reading the dress code and etiquette advice) You are likely to find a
warm welcome at Club Rub. Perhaps because it doesn’t attract bitter drunken  wrecks. So here’s to another decade of Rub. Fresh, funky, frolicsome – fuck it! Just go and see for yourself.

Miss Makeover: Narcotics Anonymous. Enough to Drive You to Drink.

Maybe I should have gone to a sex addiction meeting. I might have pulled. As it is I’m stuck with monologue addicts. Who don’t know where to stop. “And as long as I listen to my higher power I won’t repeat those behaviours.” Behaviours? What’s wrong with behaviour? Which used to be good enough. Before the invention of psycho-babble. And what’s this hooded pizza-faced teenage turd doing in a City of London meeting anyway? Maybe he’s doing the recommended sixty meetings in sixty days, for which you have to travel. (I’m fifty eight short)  Maybe he’s local.  You’re never that far from a Council Estate in London, even in the centre. (Nothing against social housing, just hooded teenagers on crack).  I’m dressed down, by my standards. No cleavage, no red high heel shoes. But it still falls short of the ‘dress decently’ suggestion on my Just For Today card. Actually, it feels more like a command than a suggestion and these brainwashed robots are starting to annoy me. Now he’s telling us about ‘acting out’. I hear that a lot at meetings plus ‘behaviours’, that plural I dislike. Shrinks, social workers and probation officers use these terms. Three good reasons to stick to jargon-free English. And not American. Sorry. I’ll be writing to the Daily Mail next. I have a ball gag which would fit nicely into that babbling mouth. And some nettles to rub into his balls. And the end of his horrible little nob. Nothing like a bit of urtication to give him something real to complain about. Perhaps some figging too. Never mind shaving a little shoot of ginger, I’m sure he could take a couple of bunches. Ginger up his fundament a treat. He’s probably the sort of clown who keeps his stash and a mobile phone up there. Where the Police or Prison Officers would never think of looking. The “Chatham pocket’ they call it, down in chavvy Chatham where Dickensian poverty is matched by stupendously idiotic villains.
The Just For Today card tells me not to criticize. But it needn’t stop me telling you guys. (“That’s American, you silly cow. ‘You guys’”. You’re right. So I won’t argue. Or get angry or bitchy. Despite you interrupting my flow. Any more of that and I’ll get on to my imminent period.  Ah, my male heckler looks sick all of a sudden…)
Hoodie Pizza-face gets a signal from the chair to cease and desist, but he ignores the four minute rule. A little more ego toss and then he’s shot. They say women talk too much. Maybe we do like to talk – having a laugh, sharing our troubles. But I have yet to see a women go over time doing a share at a meeting. Men often do. I rest my case.

Then a respectable older woman talks a little about being excluded from some clique at school. This comes up a lot, which excludes me, oddly enough. I seemed to find my clique of kinky Goth outsiders easily enough. But then we were all happy to be excluded. Who cares what some spoiled bitches thought? Decades ago?

There’s a coffee and cake orgy afterwards at which an evangelical Christian asks me, seriously, if I am a ‘person of faith’.  So even the Christians talk American now.  “No”, I tell him. “I interpret God as Goodness. The greater good. For the group. That’s my morality.” Will that do? He couldn’t care less. He then talks for five minutes non-stop on the last few years and how Jesus has saved him. Because I don’t like hurting people I don’t say anything. Just my luck to meet the Ancient Mariner.
So. I can’t get annoyed. According to NA. I’m not supposed to watch junk tv or read anything pleasurable. I’m not supposed to do anything much except repeat a lot of misery mantras and pray.  I leave, glad to have only been hugged once. I somehow get past the bars full of smiley happy people on my way home. I don’t ring my dealer who lives two minutes away. I don’t ring Geezer. Because a part time coke dealer falls somewhat short of whatever ideal a recovering addict would have for a partner.
The coffee keeps me awake till dawn. I do not make a gratitude list. As recommended for recovering addicts. Although my vibrator eventually makes me grateful. It’s harder to come since I upped my anti-depressants. But you can always turn a vibrator up. So I do. Praise the Lord! May the Goddes be blessed! Oooooh… .