MISTRESS R’EAL, THE PLEASURE WAS MINE
I had the pleasure of photographing Mistress Real, one of the UK’s most proficient and popular dominatrixes on many occasions. This particular picture is from a shoot we did at the now closed Fettered Pleasures store on the Holloway Road, a store that sold all sorts of bondage and fetish paraphernalia..
Mistress R’eal had many copies of this photo, she used to give a copy to her clients after a session. One day on the London Underground on my way to work reading a copy of the free London Metro newspaper. I turned a page over, you could have knocked me down with a feather. Emblazoned on the page was my picture. Mistress R’eal with her coiled red and black snakeskin whip accompanying a story about the lady in question. At the time I thought about contacting the newspaper and demanding payment for use of the image.
MISTRESS R’EAL IN SESSION
Photographing Mistress R’eal in session with a slave was a real eye-opener for me. The tabloids, especially the News of The World frequently published stories of seediness. Politicians spanked, caned, tied up and locked in bondage. In 1987 a film was made about a madam, a dominatrix by the name of Cynthia Payne who become infamous, the film was called “Personal Services”, with Dame Julie Walters playing the leading lady. Now I was seeing it first hand.
It wasn’t just corporal punishment and being tied up, there was lots more new words to add to my vocabulary: Pegging, Milking and golden showers. Not a pretty site I can tell you. Another fetish I had no idea existed is scat how people get aroused by excrement god knows. I should point out that as far as I’m aware Mistress R’eal doesn’t offer a scat service and I can’t say I blame her. Then there’s electrics. Wiring up your genitals or a wired plug inserted where the sun doesn’t shine and the voltage ramped up. A Mistress acquaintance of mine from Nottingham frequently posts pictures of her slave with their genitals nailed to a plank of wood.
Happy days? Sometimes they were. Do I miss them? Occasionally, though I do miss the money they generated. However, life goes on and other money-spinning ventures come along, though these days I’m not taking the pictures. As the saying goes, where there’s muck there’s brass.