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I have canceled my tour to Melbourne — in fact, I never booked tickets as its still a few weeks away. I’m so sad that I’ll miss my favourite clients and I had a sexy couples session booked where the female was keen to explore some pain play whilst her husband learned some tricks to excite her. I had booked my entire tour around this! Worth a flight down definitely. Sadly it looks like I’ll be refunding their deposit in full.

Sydney clients and regulars I will continue to see at my Inner West dungeon or outcalls to your home. Please ensure you take your own temperature before you leave home, and I will promise to do the same. Showers will include real soap! None of this silky bodywash stuff… and of course there is infinite opportunity to cancel if you think you have symptoms of any sort.

I propose these measures because my business is so low volume that I know each and every one of my clients very well. (I would say intimately but its a dirty word at the moment!) It would be great if business could continue as usual however I know most are put out in at least some way. Some are fearful of public transport, sone completely out of work and some are completely in isolation, and thus unable to generate income.

A 100% safe way to amuse yourself whilst in isolation is through buying kinky clips on my manyvids.com site! I was planning on making a bunch of new content whilst in Melbourne however I”m now stuck at home and its not a) ideal and b) making me feel sexy!

Today I have a caning session booked with a long term regular who was excited by my judicial caning on manyvids and wanted to book ASAP. I defered the session to today so I could have time to heal the stripes I received during that film. Its been 2.5 weeks and I still have marks!

As university has now all gone online, I will hopefully get some more time to blog. Unfortunately, I’m usually heading to the UK around this time or Italy. I’m feeling nostalgic for London and all my spankee/ caning enthusiast friends over there. Thank god for twitter! I was chuffed to hear from Miss Brown who wished my Master a happy birthday.

I’ve just finished my first term test for philosophy yesterday so can relax from study for a while. Has anyone read Albert Camus ‘The Plague’? Apparently a very poignant novel by everyone’s favourite existentialist writer. Its been recommended to me but I don’t have a copy — if you do can you please lend it to me?

Well, thats all for now. Please be safe, wash your hands (20 seconds!), self isolate when possible and look out for your elderly neighbours who may need help. And remember the bushfire victims who still need our help.

Send your clip requests to hannah@truesubmissive.com.au and support the economy.

In this clip, my company has seen me to a behavioral therapist who specialises in punishment therapy. I have been to see John many times and he is becoming impatient with my ‘recovery’. Luckily for me, he decides that a thorough belting is in order — of which he does until I beg for mercy.  My bottom is thoroughly thrashed OTK! Only time will tell if such a thorough thrashing has cured me of my delicious craving for corporal punishment. (he he!)

This is a generous teaser — I will post the link to the full clip once my store is online.

The girl’s room at Tiffany’s was like something out of a movie. 18+ women ranging from ages 18 to 30ish, all plastering their faces with makeup in the compulsory style of the 60’s soft porn magazines. Red lips, blue eye shadow, and red rouge transformed already beautiful young women into glamour monsters. Dresses had to be brightly coloured— the more sequins the better, and if you didn’t have a dress you had to hire one for $20 from the wardrobe that looked like the fancy dress section at a costume shop. Puffy taffeta sleeves, strapless velvet gowns, gowns with long tails that needed carrying so as not to die ascending and descending the multiple staircases of the 3 old terrace houses that made up the establishement. Flesh coloured stockings were also compulsory as was covering any tattoos with either strapping tape or costume make up. ‘Dress clips’ were applied where ‘one size fits all’ was not the case, to bring in the waist of any dress to show off feminine curves through layers of over tailored fabric. Girls wore wigs to disguise themselves, some spoke with fake accents in the hope of keeping their anonymity. Sex work was massively taboo, and all steps were taken protect ones real identity from reaching the clients radar. No one had their breasts enhanced, no one did anal sex and no one kissed. Literally no one. If you did you were ostracised — spoken about in private with disgust. The girls ‘marshaling area’, had one small tv set that played either daytime tv or at night infomercials. The day shift lived for ‘Days of our lives’ and when the doorbell rang during the 4.30pm time slot, everything was done to delay the meeting to find out what was happening with Ridge, Taylor and Brooke. Everyone sat around smoking and it was like a dutch oven. We all stank of cigarette smoke mixed with air freshener and the rancid chlorine from the jacuzzi. Coverings of any type were not allowed — you had to wrap a towel around your shoulders if you were cold. Any sign of drug use and you got singled out and fired on the spot. Heroin was big in those days and not so easy to hide — in a twist of fate the manager himself seemed to be sporting the signs of heroin use. Pinned pupils, nodding off, slurred speech. He eventually went the way of the rest of them. It was like the brothel mafia, those receptionists. We were all petrified of getting fired and so conversations in the girl’s room remained on current affairs and sex talk. Soliciting with each other outside of the brothel was strictly banned and girls were not to swap phone numbers. On a Saturday morning when we knocked off at 5 am some of us would orchestrate a morning ‘breakfast’ at the Bourbon and Beefsteak in Kings Cross. This era now feels so nostalgic it is as if we were part of the 1960’s wave of sailors that packed out that same place during the war. We left separately in our own cabs, then met up to drink pina Coladas and eat lobster with the night’s spoils. This was the pre-internet era and an exciting time to be alive! Strangers coming together under themes unusual of circumstances.

Through the swathe of young women (not beautiful enough to be models but too beautiful to go to waste), one woman stood out to me. Her name was Toni and she swished into the girl’s room late one evening, she carried with her a huge hatbox and a vintage-style beauty case. She had a maternal air about her. Her hair was short and she seemed to me at that time to be decades older than the others. My instant thought was that she must be one of the receptionists. To my surprise she opened the box, pulled out a long auburn wig and within no time at all had transformed herself into a stunning, curvy and elegant woman.  There was a genuine seductiveness and fluency of motion; a maturity that gave her an edge over the rest of us.  She knew men intimately, her personality bubbling over with a winning smile that welcome all she met. After a year or so of working with Toni, I became privvy to her world, and it was a beautifully simple one.

“I’ve just got the net at home. It’s this thing where you connect with other people through your phone line and it’s just wonderful.” Toni’s voice fluttered over the noise of the infomercial on repeat in the background. Most tuned out during these conversations, reading magazines that were decades old, smoking or resting their eyes just enough to not get caught, a towel wrapped around their shoulders for warmth. We had no idea what Toni was talking about, but we nodded in that gentle way to suggest respect without feigning disinterest. “There are these things called forums, and…” she would go into great detail explaining the arguments she would have with other forum users about god knows what topic was hot in early internet 90’s. “You can search up anything in the world. You can find out all sorts of things. I’ve been learning about…”[insert conversation about plants, countries, people, politics, etc] We listened on like she was talking about a passing fad that would never reach us mere mortals, most of us computer illiterate. What she was talking about in fact impacted our futures and our lives in ways we can only understand now in retrospect., The internet changed our concept of morality and the way humans do sex. It changed the way humans view and communicate about sex. Not only do most full-service sex workers these days kiss in session as part of the regular price, but some also offer anal sex and enjoy it. Its ok to enjoy sex at work! It absolutely wasn’t in those days. The fetish industry has almost dissolved into the vanilla industry because the internet has allowed us to access fantasies wilder than anything our mediocre imaginations could dream up.

I often wondered what I would be doing with my life when I got to Toni’s age. I’m currently 41 with no sign of business slowing down, I’ve never been bored at work or despised going to work. Toni was the most grounded individual I had met up until that point in my career. She had married a Japanese man who worked on the docks and they lived in a modest house in the Blue Mountains of which they owned. She told me that every night they sleep on the opposite side of the bed from the night before as a way of keeping their relationship fresh. She worked a few nights a week 7pm – 5am as was the requirement, then went home and explored the interesting characters she came across on the world wide web. Toni was both an inspiration to young workers like myself, and to the clients she saw of whom she touched with her endless enthusiasm and vivacity; her literal wealth of worldly knowledge. Her sex work was an enduring gift to many.

I wanted to pay respect to the women who came before me as role models in an industry that stands in a moral wasteland of guilt and shame. How providing companionship and intimacy in an age where everyone feels lonely at some level can be detrimental to anyone is puzzling to me. I’ve met lovers through my work, and experienced ecstasy I would otherwise have never discovered had I not ventured deep into the world of submitting to strangers. I haven’t seen Toni since about the year 2000 but I think of her often and hope that I’ve matured as gracefully as she showed me one can.

Domestic discipline is my niche so lots of full briefs, office scenes and corner time with a striped bottom is a good start.

If you are interested in having me act out your fantasy for a 5 or 10 minute clips please have orders in my midday January 1st (AEDST). If you don’t know Miss Fleur is a Sydney Mistress with a wealth of experience and a long term friend of mine. Please follow her on twitter for intimate details of her offerings.

Due to the short notice payment can be taken by beemit (@hannah2020) or direct bank transfer with the clips being released once funds have cleared.

Have a happy new year everyone and I look forward to celebrating with some of you soon!

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I met Hannah for the first time recently. It was a Sunday, and I had travelled especially to Sydney to deal with this extremely naughty schoolgirl.

She presented precisely as directed: a teeny top and incredibly tight little shorts that outlined her excellent derriere – that’s bum bum to me – in fine detail.

After our preliminary chat – this was after all our first session together – the discipline began.

Hannah’s body felt wonderful bent over my knee. Still in her gear, her ass was presented just as it should be for a vigorous preliminary hand warmup.

Hannah – a right little slut this girl was – kept trying to distract me from the administration of punishment by making sexual advances. I allowed the foolish child to succeed  to some degree, telling her she was to receive 24 cane strokes later, but I would remit 12 if she pleased me. She certainly tried: she has a knowledgeable tongue.

I believe I surprised her a little with my own hand-made (hardly “crafted”, but they do the job) implements. They are inoffensive little things, looking more like toys than real punishment implements, but very effective when in a knowing hand.

She took a good hard strapping, mostly with my stuff, and also learned that small leather floggers are definitely not toys when applied to an already sore bum… I loved the way she writhed under my vicious strokes, soaking up the  pain I so kindly provided her.

Finally it was time to administer the cane. I generously remitted the extra 12 strokes in return for her distracting ministrations,  and she bent for her last punishment without complaint.

For a first session I am entirely satisfied. Hannah is a highly intelligent genuine professional and well worth the attentions of Masters who seek to correct ill-behaved girls.

Handyman

Testimonial ends.

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I know and trust this Master completely and very much enjoy his visceral journey of my body for his pleasure. The shabby hotel room constrasts well the beauty of the person being objectified, in the same that way that a woman in stiletto heels walking through the CBD in a corporate capacity shocks the fetishist back to the fantasy world. Wearing a corset or stockings under a business suit to work is an exciting marriage of these feelings also.

So it seems that pleasure is to be taken in a multitude of ways — the most common of which is through orgasm of flesh meeting, however if we can use all of our senses to generate ecstasy then pleasure is something constructed through the generation of beauty mixed with human interaction. I thrive off these scenarios and love the fetish mind that has no limits in its search for fulfilment.