I really have too many shoes, so I’ve decided to put a few of my old pairs on the market. All have been worn by ME and will be shipped within 48 hours of purchase. Some of them fucking stink, too. All shoes are size 7.5 Women’s US. Email for more info – darcy@mistressdarcy.com.


Black Patent Leather Platform Stilettos: $75

Blue and Silver Slingback Stilettos: $75

White Patent Leather Pumps: $60

Black Leather Stiletto Boots: $150

This was a particularly amusing fantasy someone sent me recently about what it would be like to be in session with me and seriously abused both financially and physically. Some great ideas in here! *goes to the fridge to get hot sauce*

i show up at Your door, at three pm sharp, as ordered, and ring the doorbell. Just the sound of Your stiletto heels approaching gets my heart racing, i’m full of nervous apprehension and shrill excitement between my ears about our session. You answer the door, opening the door wide and gesturing me in (and onto my knees) while greeting me. Trembling, i hand you the plain brown paper bag i’ve brought, thanking You for allowing me to amuse You with my suffering. You snap Your fingers before walking down the hall to the dungeon, meaning i am to follow on my knees. i gratefully crawl quickly behind, smitten by the sight of Your deadly heels. You utter one word to me: “Prepare.”, and leave the room. i disrobe as swiftly as i can, folding my clothes neatly in the corner, and kneel with my ass resting on my feet, hands resting upturned on my thighs, eyes downcast.

After what seems a half hour but is only about ten minutes, You return, dropping the brown bag on a nearby table and stroking the hair on my head. You reach your arm back and slap my face so hard it makes me see stars. “Thank You, Mistress,” i say quietly. You pat the torture table, then grab my nipples hard, pulling me up to my feet and pushing me onto the table. You make short shrift of the work necessary to bind me firmly on my back to the table. Cooing sweetly as You take a hundred-pound note from the bag, You proceed to slide the edge of it across the shaft of my laughably miniscule erection, leaving a paper cut in its wake that blooms a drop of crimson. i gasp and You chuckle, running Your hand over my body after You drop the bill on the floor, thinking of how different Your canvas will look when You are done. You reach into the bag and remove another hundred-pound note, this time deftly giving me a paper cut in the center of my left nipple, making me cry out a little at the pain. Chiding me, You say, “Now, now, slave – there are another 998 notes where those came from, and I will gag you if I have to! I intend to use every single one of these beautiful notes! Now open wide and stick out your tongue, little piggie . . . .” i obey, and You reward me with a deep paper cut in my tongue, to give a lasting reminder to another one of my senses how much i live to suffer for You, as my mouth is filled slowly with the taste of my agony. Another bill in hand, You open wide to demonstrate what You want me to do, and proceed to give both corners of my mouth paper cuts that sprout scarlet tears as You drop the note on the floor, giggling at Your handiwork thus far. Deciding that i am not being quiet enough, You saturate a dildo-gag with hot sauce and shove it into my mouth, fastening it firmly behind my neck. The look of surprise and discomfort in my eyes and the muffled noises earn a pleased smile from Your lovely face.

Satisfied that my pathetic cries of pain won’t be annoying You anymore, You begin in earnest to paint my body with needle-thin stripes left by each crisp, new piece of currency. No area of my body is safe, from my ears to the soles of my feet, You visit fresh pain upon me with each new hundred-pound note before dropping it on the floor. As You slide bills across my armpits, Your laugh becomes cruelly sadistic as You drag the edges harder, cutting into a sensitive area more deeply. Your eyes sparkle with diabolical glee as You squeeze the head of my little sausage, spreading open my urethra, so as to cut the ultra-sensitive spot. As You drop that bill, my tiny tool looks like it sheds a ruby tear, and You break into fits of laughter at the sight. When You notice the tears streaming down my face, it only makes You laugh harder and continue Your assault with happily sadistic zeal.

Most of the cuts are met with some muffled cries, but it is the more sensitive spots that give You great pleasure in seeing just how deeply paper will cut: the tender crotch area between balls and thigh, every centimeter my my sad, stiff genitalia, and between each of my toes; in those areas, You ensure that the moans become muffled screams. Eventually, i look like one big red mass of cross-hatching as the last bill deeply leaves its mark all the way around the base of the cock-head You love to torture, and the bill is dropped to the ground.

Brushing Your hands together and sighing, satisfied at a job exquisitely done, i begin to think momentarily You are done, when You pick up a spray bottle of rubbing alcohol and begin to liberally spray every wound with it. As i spasmodically scream, my body trembling uncontrollably in delicious, excruciating agony, You laugh sadistically as You watch the reaction to each fresh wound being disinfected. Tearing off my dildo gag and ordering me through Your teeth to open wide, You visit the same pain on my tongue and corners of my mouth, and into my eyes, and stand imperiously over me, basking in the abject surrender of such suffering beneath You.

Stroking my hair as You wait for the sobs to subside, You whisper in my ear about how proud You are of me, how much i have pleased You, and that goes a long way toward mostly stopping the tears. Once the tears stop, You kiss my forehead and tell me to shower off, get dressed, and clean up Your dungeon for You. i shower, dress, clean up the dungeon, pick up all the notes, and bring them into Your kitchen, where i clean the red off of each note, leaving them neatly stacked for You. A hundred thousand pounds would be well worth such a once-in-a-lifetime experience, Mistress. my only lament is that i am not in a position to make this a reality for You.


–slave ps

New slave review from an awesome humiliation session I had in London last month. Photo is actually from that very session! Not photoshopped, not posed. The slave took it at my command from the floor. Wasn’t it sweet of him to write up his favorite moments?


i was lucky enough to have my first session with Mistress Darcy recently (3rd August to be exact). Having contacted Mistress a few months ago by email and arranged our session with a few emails and one brief but captivating phone call i was literally aching to see Her by the time the day of the session came around. We had agreed on a role-play scenario; Darcy, the popular girl at school but also somewhat of  a bully would serve detention with meek and mild me (little suspension of disbelief needed on either of our parts there).

As i arrived at the venue as instructed, i emailed Mistress to inform Her i was there. i had been told we would be straight into our roles and so we were; Darcy the popular girl from school opened the door to inform me the teacher was away to lunch and all students with detention (Darcy and i) were to await the teachers return inside. i introduced myself in character and received a brief disdainful glance and a snort from the most captivating, beautiful and charismatic Woman i had ever seen.

However, Darcy soon had errands to run which i, attempting to ingratiate myself, tried to complete, including taking pictures of this Goddess. After a short while the catty comments came from Darcy calling me “fat” and laughing at me. When i suggested She “stop being a bitch” the icy look and simple question “what did you call Me” from Darcy made my blood run cold and i actually began to shake. Still in character i calmly tried to tell her not to call me names, but my rhetoric was cut off with an almighty slap to my face, which made my ears ring. My retort of “hey!” and a brief, stern advance was cut short by a hefty kick, which landed squarely to my testicles and had me doubled over on the floor, where Darcy wasted no time in administering a vicious beat down. i was genuinely scared, shaken and hurt but tried to challenge the little slip of a female in front of me; after all i was surely over half a foot taller at least and several stones heavier. More excruciating kicks to my balls, full bodied slaps and punches and another brutal beat down put paid to my ideas though; the ongoing torture and humiliation after stripped me of any tiny strips of dignity or pride especially when she actually stripped me, ripping my clothes off and tearing my shirt away without me knowing she would do it in the slightest. The buttons went flying and soon i was naked. Then i was taken to the bathroom when i got over amorous and suggested Darcy looked so beautiful that she and i should fuck; Darcy agreed and asked me to strip, teasing me with the promise of going down on Her. However, instead of her delightful feminine taste, i had all the delights of the toilet as my head was forced down it and the toilet flushed. In case this did not illustrate my place, Darcy forced me into the bath, naked, where She pissed on me (this occurred several times, my revulsion and indignity never wavering). I could give a full blow-by-blow account of our 2 hours, but i fear i would fail to do it justice. Darcy knew just how to hurt ( the bruises from the caning and flogging lasting for weeks and my balls swelled to twice their normal size) and humiliate (being told my cock was small and pathetic was true but expected, being forced into nappies and having Her insist i wet myself was a new low for me) and always had something different in store; being forced to box her nude then eating my lunch off of her feet AFTER she had chewed it. Surely the final indignity was being told to arm wrestle Her and realizing that if i applied all my strength i could just about eek out a win against a girl half my size. Then She went to shake my hand to congratulate me but used it as a means to pull me towards her and kick me in the balls—again.

In short i have never had a session so intense, so real, so terrifying and wonderful as i had with Mistress Darcy. Roll on her next UK visit. Book a session with her, you will literally love Her.


My friends Goddess Cleo and Kitty Bliss started putting together their own private Domina Parties in London a few years ago and have had such enormous success that the parties are now a staple of the London ProDomme scene. Ideal for beginners, exhibitionists, and slaves who want an extended session but don’t have the budget for it, these parties usually take place in London in a domestic environment (sometimes a dungeon) and have at minimum three Mistresses and sometimes as many as five or six. The slave attendance is kept low to ensure that all guests get adequate attention–with only about six to twelve submissives in the room you are bound to be picked on! All the Mistresses involved have a very “good vibe” and create a friendly, positive, and professional playspace, but because each Mistress is also intelligent, cruel, and mischievous you are guaranteed to have your boundaries pushed *just enough*.

I’m very excited to attend my first of one of these parties on October 9. Kitty and Cleo have organized a very special evening at the Hoxton Dungeon featuring myself, Kitty, Cleo and Mistress Absolute (the event caps off the events at the London Fetish Weekend, also organized by Mistress Absolute). Arrival is at 7pm, food and drinks will be provided, and with a VIP guest list of only eight slaves it will be a two-to-one ratio of slave to Mistress. I like those odds! As of this writing there are only three slots left so you should make arrangements ASAP to be a part of things. The ticket price is £300 including a deposit of £100 upfront, and there are only two rules: be respectful and have fun!

The evening doesn’t have a particular theme, but if you are unfamiliar with the four of us A) you had better fix that B) I will list our top interests and you can fill in the rest with your imagination. Mistress Absolute is a lifelong dominant and alpha female who is world renowned for her intelligence; confident, commanding presence; and mastery of all things D/s. Cleo is an award-winning equestrienne and gracefully jaunts between the sensual and the sadistic. Kitty enjoys a wide range of Femdom activities and despite her angelic appearance is a strict disciplinarian. And then there’s me. Quite simply: I want to f*** you up. Mentally, emotionally, sexually. My inner bully comes out when there’s a crowd, so I have a feeling whoever has the misfortune of walking through the door at the beginning of the evening will face one of the most devastating tears of public humiliation they’ve ever imagined. There may also be a few guest Mistresses popping in for a few minutes to assess the slaves who are present. This sort of thing is not guaranteed, nor am I allowed to give clues as to who they might be, but I know it does happen on a regular basis. In addition all four of us enjoy foot worship and trampling, so you can be sure you will be giving foot massages at some point in the evening.

Email me asap to inquire about attendance at darcy@mistressdarcy.com. The event begins at 6:30pm in East Central London (Hoxton) and will go until about 10pm. There are currently only three places left for party guests at £300 each and one service position available for a reduced rate of £150. Looking forward to beating you. I mean, meeting you.

I’m overdue for a trip to Boston, so to compensate for time lost I’m making a few special arrangements. Email me asap to get on the calendar: darcy@mistressdarcy.com. If you are unfamiliar with my website, have a look around! You need to familiarize yourself with who I am and what I do if you haven’t seen me before.

My visit will extend over a luxurious three days in order to accommodate all the hungry little boys who have been in touch over the summer. I will be hosting all my slaves in a 500 sq foot hotel suite in Back Bay: enough room to set up some extravagant bondage scenes and, if all goes to plan, a very filthy forced bi party. In my luggage I will have a few of my recent spoils from London: new bespoke latex outfits, new latex and leather hoods, a gorgeous gag collection, recent electric additions, new canes/floggers and vintage stockings and evening wear I purchased during my travels last month.

In addition I have two attractive and horny studs on call for forced bi sessions and two OTHER attractive and horny Bulls available for cuckolding. I don’t ever combine the two sessions with one man, but my suite is big enough to fit all four gentlemen if need be! Extra towels please!

Finally, I’m bringing a load of to go cups and plastic sacs for golden showers and caviar on-theun. I know with fall just around the corner some of you will be wanting a nice warm drink or hot meal to nurse on your drive to work, etc. For anyone unfamiliar, my golden champagne is as refreshing as any cup of coffee, and probably more nutritious as well. You’ll probably need a venti cup, I’m famous for my quantity. And my “doggie bags” are the perfect compliment for anyone with enough appetite to consume it all.

My available session times right now are Friday afternoon and evening, and all of Saturday day and evening. See you soon, bitches!

I am SO EXCITED for London Fetish Weekend! For those of you who haven’t gotten your tickets yet, a mere £60 ticket gets you access all weekend long. That’s three parties, the London Alternative Market, and the Bondage Workshop series. One of those parties is the Fetish Fashion Show where yours truly will be performing on the latex runway in some of Slaughterhouse Couture’s latest and greatest. So if you’re going to pick one event to go to…..

The weekend is organized by my good friend Mistress Absolute who is renowned for her skills as a Dominatrix and her fetish event magic across the UK (Club Subversion, Dommetrips).

Needless to say I will be IN LONDON from October 4-12 for the events (funny that I think of this weekend as “the events” whereas the Olympics were just “the Olympics”) and will be seeing slaves while I’m there. My availability is very limited October 4th-9th but I should have some flexibility on the 10th and 11th. Reach out now to set something up.