I’m away from Wednesday 01 September until this weekend. Please direct any enquiries to subpearl@live.co.uk.  Those who are known may text me whilst I’m away and I’ll  respond as quickly as I can.

On Monday 06 September and Tuesday 07 September I’m taking appointments in central London.

From Wednesday 08 September I’ll be in Huddersfield and Manchester up until Thursday 30 September (excluding weekends unless I know you).

Pearl x

I have some beautiful new pieces of equipment for Huddersfield…a priest’s strap; finger ruler and a tawse which are all from Quality Control.

All of these are easy to handle as I know that some people (including myself) struggle with controlling the thin (and long) lochgelly-style tawses.  However, these ones are heavier than the standard so please bear this in mind and don’t be getting too carried away with them!

When using (long) tawses or straps it is imperative that they are used correctly: there should be no wrap-around the buttocks.  The best method to apply is to have the ‘receiver’ laid flat when dishing it out (thank you Tony!) and aim for the end of the tawse to hit the centre of the far cheek; much in the same way as when using the cane to achieve stripes.

I have taught many a guests to use all the implements in my Study, correctly, in less than five minutes.  In my opinion, it is the responsibility of the receiver to ensure the giver (especially a novice Master) knows how to use the equipment properly.  If you are in any doubt…apply lightly to begin!

As my confessional booth is very nearly finished, I have set about lovingly restoring an original vaulting horse which I managed to pick up in the local junk shop.

Pearl

subpearl@live.co.uk

Direct:  07947 333 967 (please no withheld numbers)

I had promised a regular Master of mine ages ago that I would be willing to humiliate myself in public for his own amusement and of course, a promise like this is never forgotten!

When the day arrived I was in a state of panic, so cajouled submissive aimee into coming along for the ride – not that she needed much persuasion!  You see, I’m notoriously sneaky like that and thought having aimee join me would make my life easy, should I not be brave enough to complete the task, then in my mind, she could always take my place.

The first task:  Tuck skirt well into my knickers and walk along the street pretending to be completely unaware.

My first attempt went a bit pear shaped and I lost my nerve standing on the street corner so I ran back to Master and aimee and we headed off to the local supermarket, which was packed with lunchtime shoppers.  I visited the loo, tucked my short skirt into my knickers ensuring that there was plenty of cheek on display and then walked slowly to the car (Aimee and the Master hovered around the entrance).  I can still feel the embarrassment of walking past a considerable number of people out of the doors and across the car park.  And then…a lady is behind me shouting “Excuse me….I pretended I hadn’t heard her as I was nearly at my destination, but she persisted, so I turned round.  She was smiling and pointing at my skirt and I put on a good show of mortification before thanking her and bolting it to the car.

The second task:  Find a pedestrian willing to pour soup over my head.

Once again, I was deposited on the mean streets of Bury whilst Master drove off and hid around the corner.  Within 30 seconds a man whistled at me.  So, thinking I had found the one, I turned on my heel and mentioned that I was on a morning of dares and if he would be so good as to pour the soup over my head, I could go home.  It took about two minutes to convince him that this was not a “set-up” and he was just about to do it when I asked if I could take my jumper off.  Well, that was it!  He chickened out, so the search continued…Five minutes went by and no suitable person crossed my path.  I was almost resigned to having to go back to the chambers and have eggs and all manner of revolting food stuffs poured over me (my forfeit for non-completion), when the Gods shone favourably on Pearl!  There in front of me was a lone man.  Unlike the pussy, he was happy to oblige and did not mess around in pouring foul, stinking carrot soup over my head.  With my mission accomplished I headed back to the car with my jumper wrapped around my head like a turban.

Sometimes it’s good fun to do different things, but before anyone else requests it…the answer is “NO” to any more public humiliation!

Pearl

07947 333 967 (Please no withheld numbers – these always go unanswered).

www.submissivepearl.com

subpearl@live.co.uk

There are two new sub galleries: “Two Skool Girls” and “Secretaries” in the C.P. Gallery.  For those who favour BDSM please be patient as I have not forgotten about you and Master Mauro, I remember the promise I made to you x

Whilst it may be hard to believe…my kilt is actually part of a genuine 6th formers school uniform.

There is a matching cravat, but alas, one must be a pupil to purchase this direct from the school.  Such was my desperation to acquire this particular uniform, I bullied a male friend (old enough to be a pupil’s father) into escorting me to the outfitters and made him go in alone and buy it.  When he returned with the goods he foolishly mentioned that it came in three different lengths, so back he went for the shortest one.  Before discovering the cravat was out of reach, we drove out of town to another outfitters in the hope of finding it there.  On route I made a call to the shop, but before they answered I passed over the phone to my friend and it was at this point he got pulled over by the police, fined £60 and got 3 points on his license.  I don’t know…some people are just so unlucky!

My first job was as a legal secretary in a firm within a former boys boarding school and that’s exactly what it felt like.  I wasn’t the lowliest person there, but I was certainly not far off.  I actually made quite an impression in the short time I was there…probably a bad one and became the office heroine on my refusal to make tea for one of the female partners after she spoke to me in a manner which was not to my liking.  Even after she was pushed into apologising in front of the whole office, I refused to accept it.  It was a good day when I handed in my resignation and despite the above they tried to persuade me not to leave the firm.  I have always had an issue with taking orders from women.

I think this photograph should win an award for the Most Fully Clothed!

It’s a bit of a teaser photograph as I don’t actually session in this chair, although saying that I made an exception today on my third encounter with my ‘Uncle’ this morning.  Oh what a horrid man he is, making me play the old family game of “Guess the Drink”, although there was a little bit more to it than that.  It’s a good job I trust my Uncle is all I can say.  The first drink was a very strong cold coffee (it was early in the morning so I needed that one)…next up was a cold tea and then well, the blindfold shifted and I saw a very frightening yellow shaded one approaching.  I thought I was in luck when Uncle asked me if I’d like to gamble and select another one, which I did, but this looked exactly the same!  Needless to say, I kicked up quite a fuss and refused to let the contents go through the funnel.  What a mess!  But I was relieved to be told it was stale ginger ale.  This resulted in another trip to the bathroom for a cold shower before been sent to the Study to take position on the punishment horse…

Pearl x

07947 333 967

Well, the wee lassie from Yorkshire survived her trip to Glasgow and had a truly fantastic time, so much so that I shall be back again with Aimee on Monday 12 and Tuesday 13 July and holding sessions from Mistress Scarlet’s venue in Glasgow.

I met some really great role players and even had a taster of what would happen to me in borstal should I not adjust my defiant streak!  I also struggled to control my nervous smirk in a double with Aimee when we really should have known better but the Senior Partner soon put a stop to that nonsense.

I also experienced the REAL Lochgelly tawse on the palms of my hand and bottom and it stings so much more than the cane but has a massive advantage…even when applied hard, it leaves no marks.

Had a very enjoyable session this afternoon with Uncle even though the pesky shower decided to play up and it was freezing cold!

Pearl x

07947 333 967 (please note: withheld numbers are never answered)

subpearl@live.co.uk

I’ve decided to do something different next month and will be paying a visit to Glasgow with submissive aimee.

As well as being available for individual sessions we are available for double sessions, should one bottom simply not be enough for you!

If you are interested in discussing / booking an appointment then please direct any extensive enquiries to subpearl@live.co.uk or general enquiries to 07947 333 967.

Pearl

07947 333 967

subpearl@live.co.uk

Hello,

I’m now back in Manchester and Huddersfield after my extended trip and available for punishment once again.

There has been a slight blip on my website where I was unable to upload pictures, but this has now been resolved.  Which of course means that the  long awaited “Retro Spanking” gallery and my latest one (Miss Pearl – for my switches) will be on here very shortly!

I’m now the proud owner of an authentic gown which was giving to me as a gift – THANK YOU so much, but then you’ve already seen how I loved strutting around in it!

Pearl

07947 333 967

subpearl@live.co.uk

Dear Master’s,

Firstly, I would like to apologise for my absence. 

However, this time, I really do have a very good reason:  you see, I am at the mercy of that stupid dust cloud!

If everything goes to plan (i.e. that cloud f***’s off) I should be back in the UK on Thursday evening.  If not, I’m dreading the thought that I might find myself ’bussing it” back to Manchester. Oh god, the horror!  HELP ME!! 

On the plus side, I have bags of spare time to answer emails and this evening celebrated the fact that I only have one outstanding email to answer, by drinking a 2004 bottle of “Beaujolais Nouveau” that I found in the landlady’s cupboard.  Wasn’t this a good wine at some point? 

I will let you all know as soon as I return!

Pearl xxx

subpearl@live.co.uk

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It’s April now, and the snow over the Pennines is almost a distant memory. Well, not for me. I can still think back to the freezing cold day in January when this Master marched Pearl out into the great outdoors – into the dark !

The outside temperature was about four below freezing, and I was well wrapped up against the elements – extra layers, warm winter coat, gloves, etc.

Unfortunately for Pearl, I had ordered her to wear a little less than me, well, actually, a lot less than me. She had some winter boots on (I didn’t want to see her get frostbite, after all), but beyond that, her protection against the bitter temperatures were some brief “briefs”.

I had such a warm glow knowing how cosy I felt, whilst poor Pearl shivered and became covered in goose bumps. But why stop there I thought. The wonderful, crisp snow was too good to just look at. In the night sky, it glistened as it began to freeze over. I picked some up in my gloved hand (a Master doesn’t want to get cold, does he), and proceeded to rub it over Pearl’s bare skin; her back, her legs, her tummy, and her breasts. I don’t think anywhere got overlooked. She was shivering more than ever. It was a superb sight.

To my surprise, Pearl was obviously entering into the spirit of the occasion, more than I think I realized. Without warning, she was clambering on top of a picnic table, and doing angels – laying flat out on her front, arms and legs spread-eagled. What a submissive !

By now, the poor girl was turning blue with cold, and was looking forward to being in front of the warm fire indoors. I had other ideas.

Now standing in front of me, arms cuffed behind her back, her front exposed to my wicked Master’s desires, out came the flogger I had carefully taken with me. I took aim with some strokes across Pearl’s front side, and particularly those wonderful breasts. The cold made each stroke hard for her to bear, even by the standard of a brave sub like Pearl. I made her count each stroke, and thank me for going to so much trouble. I mean, it wasn’t easy for me to wield a flogger wearing a warm, heavy coat, whilst wearing thick gloves. Do you know, whilst we were outside, Pearl never once thought to ask me if I was OK in the cold. Isn’t that typically selfish of her. That will be worth another punishment on another day.

Master O”