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I have been frequenting the local camera and accessories shop recently. I prefer to see the equipment first hand, rather than just trust the internet. It may be a slightly more expensive way of working, but I do get some first rate help and with the number of CCTV cameras that I have been putting in lately, I have managed to wangle a bit of a discount. It doesn’t do any harm that the most knowledgeable person there is a rather nice young lady called Jessica. At first glance, she is not obviously pretty, quite short with small round glasses adorning her face, and light brown hair tied back. She tends to wear baggy trousers and sweatshirts that hide her body, so there is no knowing what is under there. But every so often, like when she bends over to pick up something and the material stretches over her bum, or she stretches up and the outline of her ample bosom becomes obvious, you can tell that there is a well looked after body under those clothes. She has large blue, almost purple eyes that sparkle through the thin lenses of her specs.
She is very bright and knows her subject well.
I asked her once why she dresses down so much and hardly ever uses make-up (not that she needs it), and she said…
“Well, I got fed up of being ignored when I gave my opinion when I dressed more conventionally. The men tended to think that I had no brains, the women were just as bad, and therefore what I said was side lined. I found that looking more dorky meant that the customers didn’t just look at me, but actually took my advice as well.”

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Last week I was having a bit of a problem with one of the new cameras in the dungeon. It just would not pan properly. It seemed to be getting stuck on something, but physically it seemed fine. There must be a software problem somewhere, but why did it not affect the other cameras?
I called the shop and when Jess answered, I explained the problem. She seemed to think that there may be a problem with a chip in the camera and offered to bring out a replacement as it was getting late and she passes near by the manor on her way home anyway.
“Great”, I said, “I can show you the setup, if you like”.
“That would be very interesting”, she answered, “I’ll be around just after 6, if that’s okay with you”.
“Perfect”, I reply, “I’ll see you then”
I check my watch as I put the phone back on its cradle. Nearly 5. That’ll give me just enough time to have a quick shower and get changed before she gets here.
I dither over what to wear. Suit or more casual? I go for the casual look first, but my reflection in the mirror tells me that it looks like I’m trying too hard. I pull out a Pierre Cardin suit in grey, match it with a powder blue shirt and dark blue tie. Too smart. It’d be stupid to wear a suit if I’m going to be climbing up ladders, and Jessica’s is hardly likely to have time to change before she gets here. I end up pulling on a pair of jeans and a rugby shirt. A light spray of Paco Rebanne and that’s me ready. Just in time too, as I hear the doorbell ring as I’m tying the laces on my trainers.
I am just at the top of the stairs by the time Lucy opens the door to Jess and shows her in.
She spots me as I descend.
“Hi Felix, I’ve got the replacement here”, she calls as she holds up the new camera.
“Great. That’s great! Oh, and thanks, Lucy”, I wave to the maid before turning back to Jessica and gesturing for her to follow me as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Let’s go through to my office”, I say as I guide her in the right direction.
As I had thought, she is still in her work attire of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt with the shop’s logo on it. I wonder what she’s wearing underneath.
I show her into my office and pull up a chair on my left for her.
“Have a seat. I’ll just bring up the monitoring software”, I tell her.
The master view appears, showing the 14 camera views around the manor.
“You seem to be getting pretty good quality feeds”, she says squinting at the monitor, “can I have a closer look?”
“Sure”, I reply and pass the mouse across.
It does not stretch quite far enough and so she has to lean across me a little.
“Excuse me”, she apologises as she selects one of the camera feeds.
The main hallway jumps into full screen. She pans left and right and zooms onto the front door.
She minimises that one and selects another at random. This time the kitchen appears. Lucy has just boiled the kettle and is making a coffee. With a deft movement of her hand, she zooms in to Lucy’s cleavage, realises what she has done and quickly zooms back out again. I notice the colour rising to her cheeks, but make no comment.
“Which camera were you having a problem with?”, she asks as she closes the kitchen view.
I put my hand over hers on the mouse and guide it to the dungeon.
“This one”
The dungeon fills the screen.
“What’s this room?”, she asks peering closely at the screen.
“It’s the mistresses play room”, I answer, “also known as the dungeon”.
She pans the camera left and right to test it, and sure enough it sticks when panning right.
“We’d better go and have a closer look”, she suggests, “it’s not software, so it must be the camera”.
“Okay, follow me”, I say as I stand up.
I take her across the courtyard to the hayloft and up the stairs to the dungeon.
“What IS all this stuff?”, she asks incredulously, taking in the restraining cross, the table, the cage, whips, chains and all of the other paraphernalia around the walls. For the moment, she has forgotten why she is here in the first place.
“Just a few bits and pieces the mistress keeps for disciplining her staff”, I tell her, “It can be quite fun, actually. The feeling of helplessness whilst being brought close to orgasm through pleasure and/or pain – often a bit of both”.
Jess walks up to the large cross and starts to examine it a bit more closely.
“How does it work?”, she asks, blushing deeply.
“I can show you if you like”, I suggest.
“Yes please”
“Well, you can either use the chains built into the cross itself at ankles and wrists or you can use ropes. Ropes are a lot more complicated, and I don’t really have the skill to use those properly yet”.
“Show me”, she says as she smiles, and places herself against the wooden cross.
Before she can change her mind, I crouch down and fasten the chains around her ankles and then standing, chain her wrists as well.
“What do you think? Can you move?”
“No, not at all, I am totally at your mercy, Felix”, she smiles.
Testing the water, I reach out and cup a breast through her sweatshirt. She closes her eyes and sighs. I take that as an invitation to go a little further and weigh up her other ample tit. I can feel her hard nipple through the thick clothing and lightly pinch it.
An appreciative “mmmmmm”, escapes her lips.
“What happens next?”, she asks.
“We often apply a blindfold at this time, as it removes a sense and lets you feel more intensely”
“Okay, do that, then”, she says quickly.
I pick one from the wall and cover then her eyes, peppering her face with light kisses as I do so. I run my tongue across her lips, pulling away as she attempts to reciprocate.
I put my hands on her hips and then slowly run them up her body beneath her sweatshirt, slowly pulling it up as my hands rise. I stop at her large bra covered tits to lightly touch her nipples through the thin lingerie before continuing to pull her sweatshirt up. An obvious problem now presents itself as the shirt will not stay up on its own. I let it fall, cross over to the cupboard and extract a large pair of scissors. I select a ball gag while I am there, nipple and labia clamps, a couple of vibrators (one large, one smaller), a butterfly clit vibrator, a spiked wheel and some lube. I wonder how far she is prepared to let me go.
Silently I return to Jess.
“Are you still there?”, she calls out.
I don’t answer. Instead I take hold of the bottom of her sweatshirt and cut upwards, opening it up.
“What are you doing?”, she asks.
“Shhhh”, is my reply as I put a finger first on her lips and then slip it between them.
She runs her tongue around it and then sucks gently. I remove my finger and open up her ruined top. Her bra is red with a three quarter cup, her nipples clearly visible through the light fabric. I pull a cup away from her breast and suck on her nipple. It stands proud and hard, just as my cock is starting to as well. I pull the cup from the other breast as well, and pinch her teat, gently at first, but then harder.
“Owwwwch”, she exclaims as I squeeze tighter.
“Should I let go”, I ask, “or do I need to punish you for that malfunctioning camera?”
“I need to be punished” she says quickly, ”I should have tested the camera before giving it to you”
“Yes, that’s what I think too”, I tell her. “I’m going to make you writhe until you scream for me to make you cum, and then I’m going make you cum until you scream for me to stop”
“Yes, yes, do that”, she moans as I pinch both nipples together, “I’ve been so bad. Punish me, hurt me”
“I think you’re making too much noise. Too much chatter. Let’s sort that out first”
I place the ball gag in her mouth and fasten it in place. I take out a pair of nipple clamps and attach them. She winces and squeals quietly as each one is fastened tightly.

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Mistress Hybrid more feeble request from a slave

feeble request from a slave

Request from a slave

Mistress Hybrid, with regards to prostate play, my limitations are only physical. I do trust your expertise and with my compliance opened up to give you unlimited anal access. Only butt plug and fingers are generally used. I’m looking forward to being trained by you accept anything you might like to give me. With pain, if it is giving you pleasure that also pleasures me. I love to serve, if pain is part of serving you it is not a problem. You asked me on the phone if I dress completely or just underwear. I told you underwear which I generally do, but on one occasion I did dress fully. If you want to have me fully dressed on another occasion I would enjoy doing this for you. Hope you don’t mind that I self indulge in a fantasie. I was hoping my Mistress Hybrid would give me a pair of her used panties for me to wear on Thursday night in bed.

Mistress Hybrid and Slaves Requests

Mistress Hybrid and Slaves

This is a typical request list from would be slaves…

Dear Mistress Hybrid

1. Bedroom –
Making Your bed and tidying, washing and ironing Your clothes, putting away Your toys after ‘washing’ them with my tongue, dressing You etc.
You leave Your shoes or boots outside Your bedroom door each night and I have to clean them with my tongue.
After Your night out I clean the mess from Your fanny and bum whilst You tell me of the men and women You have fucked,
2. Bathroom –
Painting Your toe and finger nails, panties have to be pre-washed with my tongue.
I am Your toilet paper or full toilet and also kneel by Your side whilst You wash etc. and take all Your mouth washings, nail clippings etc.

3. Lounge -Mistress Hybrid please…
After serving drinks I’m used as Your foot stool or as human furniture a table or standard lamp for instance, I give You foot massages.
Punishments include face slapping, ball kicking, hogtied as Your foot stool.
4. Kitchen –
I serve You Your meal and I’m fed scraps off the floor, some being crushed beneath Your boot, shoe or bare foot.
Punishments include, I am only allowed to drink from a dog bowl which You regularly fill with Mistress Hybrid pee, fed Muesli but with piss not milk
Being put into light bondage and gagged, possible with panties, to do the cooking.
5. Stables –
I’m cleaning out the stables (not in maid’s uniform), when You return, I lick Your muddy boots clean then remove them and lick Your ‘sweaty’ feet clean.
Punishments include whipping with Your riding crop and carriage whip (good place for a serious whipping).
Taken out to the woods and have to pick nettles with my bare hands and put them down my own knickers and inside my bra’.

Mistress Hybrid

Because I have upset You I’m chained up and left ‘overnight’ in the stable with just a bowl of pee to drink. In the morning You come in, kick me awake, I drink Your pee and am sent off to get ready for the new day as Your devoted maid.
6. Dungeon –Mistress Hybrid
You enjoy Yourself just playing with You maid, not needing a reason to whip and punish me, tie or cage me, etc. etc.

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Miss Hybrid wearing leather boots

Miss Hybrid Leather Boots

Miss Hybrid in her Dungeon.

I do love to spend time in my dungeon. I wear leather boots and this fantastic leather bikini.

Miss Hybrid Leather Boots


I often get emails from potential slaves, requesting to come and visit my dungeon. Mistress Hybrid, please may I come and be punished by you, etc.

For example……….
Mistress, thank you for your reply. Attached is a photo from last week, not the best but most recent. I’m a very neat meticulous person. I look after myself physically by running, light weights and very healthy diet. As mentioned I also love to cook and would be honoured to serve you meals. I would like to think, anything you desire I would be able to provide. Sexually I have fetishes that I think will please you, at the moment I’m looking for someone to take advantage of all I have to offer, and more, most importantly. May I suggest Sunday for us to meet and you make a decision. I’m also free up to 11am. Monday if that would be better for you….

I ignored the misserable maggot…
Mistress, having not heard from you I sumise you do not require my services. But maybe a decision has not been made. I’m email to ask if you would consider me for a day trial. If you have lost my details I am happy to let you have them again, your sub/slut David

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No one understands the power of a woman over a man as well as you. Your latest updates are so very addicting. Your body is perfect. How I wish I could dine on your cunt and ass…clean you thoroughly…then have you torture me in your dungeon.

I adore your images and worship them every day.

If I am writing too much, please let me know.

Once they arrive and see Miss Hybrid wearing leather boots, carrying a riding crop, the would be slaves often make their excuses and ask to leave.

Miss Hybrid with crop

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