Legends of Dominance - 08
Legends of Dominance - 08 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Lenny Waller
- We were life long friends. I am so sorry. I will miss him so much.
- Mistress Michelle
History of Hellfire Club, NYC
- This was through e-mail exchange from Lenny Waller to Michelle Peters Sept. 9th, 2007.
Hi Mistress Michelle,
Hell Fire has an early & vivid past, as well as the entire Building. # 28 9th Ave, also known as 675 Hudson St., NYC NY. As Early as the Mid to late 60's Housed a swing club, run by the late Jo Jo Hughes former Underground leather store owner in NYC. Later it became the Catacombs. Owned by Old Man Joe & Mike. On the upper floor of the building "Wally" operated "HELL" a Gay Means Party. A Gay Couple David & ED had an idea for Hellfire. They did one party in a Rented Ball Room at the now defunct Taft Hotel & were shut down & thrown out. They did another one in a loft on E 28th Street. Before getting the chance to Sub Let the basement space at 28 9th Ave. They did it as a Gay/Straight Party. It wasn't till the Mid 70's that the HellFire Really started catching attention.By the Early 80's David & ED were gone ..
I started in Hell Fire as a doorMan, then became a Manager & worked my way up. In 1985, Hell Fire closed in the height of the Aids Crisis. In 1997 Frank & John opened the Vault at #28 Ninth Ave. It ran till 1993. In 1993 The Vault moved to 10th Ave. In June 1993, Big John reopened HELL FIRE at 28 9th Ave. He hired Dave Nessor to run it for him. BY 1994 Dave Nessor had left & I was running Hell Fire. Hope this clears things up.
--In leather & pride, Lenny
I was thinking , when was it the first time I heard of Hell Fire??? I do remember when I first started going to New York City to the B&D parties in 1975 that Matiarch Productions put on , hearing of Hell Fire. At the time Matiarch was owned by Richie and Janus , later Richie formed Corporal along with Sandy York , while Janus Rainier took the reins of Matiarch. I did photos and stories for both Richie and Janus. I did write a col. for Corporal for 5 years and many times I heard that name Hell Fire. I first heard the name Hell Fire around 1976 or 77 and continued to hear the name and stories of Hell Fire. It was winter and I flew to NYC to a Corporal party to do a B&D show at a Corporal party at Club O !! Later that night some of us ventured to Hell Fire.
Hell Fire was in the meat packing district of NYC and at night , not the best place to be. It was hard find, dark and had a stairway that led down under ground. It use to be a old subway platform. Water was dripping from the ceiling and it had sand pit built in the floor next to the bar. It had stalls in the back where people would go to have sex,,,, in the open. Anyone could watch. While touring the place , some guy , who was in sand pit crawling was yelling for water. I of course threw a glass of water on him and everyone laughed. I said, "Take that!" Later , I took crazy joe and hung him up and used a paddle with nails in it to paddle his ass. This left a small drops of blood on his ass and I followed up with a bullwhip,,, I looked worse than what is was. About that time the manager , now owner , Lenny Waller, came up to me a said , "Mistress Michelle , you cant do that here, we have tourist here!! " My reply was, "Shut the fuck up or you'll be up here next!! " He said then said, " Go ahead do what you want."
See also [ Hell Fire West ]
Madame X
A Would - Be Mistress Learns Humility
- by Madame X
- From Dominant Mystique Magazine
- Vol. 1, No. 4, 1992
Hello my devoted readers. It has been almost a year now that I have been communicating with you in this publication. I can't tell you how much I would enjoy whipping each and every one of you while you begged for my mercy. I want all of you on your knees while you read this little story about Madame X beating the shit out of two worthless human beings. I know that the events described herein might seem a little intense to some, but please understand that my talents in S&M are very diverse and sometimes those who come to me need more than a spanking to put them in their place. Don't be discouraged from calling or writing - the pleasure will always transcend the pain for those who show the proper respect and devotion. The slaves you are about to read about don't know what respect is and unfortunately for them they found out the hard way that it's a two-way street we all live on and what goes around comes around. I believe some call this cycle KARMA.
Two weeks ago I was at The Vault tying up some poor soul to the bondage chair they have when a worm crawled up to my black leather boots and begged to be my slave. I commanded him to crawl into the corner and wait there with both of his thumbs up his ass until I was finished playing with the toy I was involved with. Meekly he replied, "Yes, Madame X," and he crawled over to his assigned spot and did his best to arch his back so he could get both thumbs where they belonged. I continued to tie the slave I was with into a pretzel and this took about twenty minutes. By the time I was finished, he couldn't move a muscle and he appeared to be happy with my handiwork so I left him there for the rest of the patrons to admire, then I casually walked over to the obedient slave in the corner. Telling him to continue to look directly at the wall in front of him, I stood behind him and asked his name.
"Richard," he replied.
I asked him if he had any experience serving any Mistresses and he replied that he had and named a few who I recognized. He continued to say that presently he was a slave to a Mistress Bitchtoria but that he wasn't sure he wanted to belong to her anymore as she was unimaginative, uncreative, boring, unfeminine and cruel without being sensual. "Besides, Madame X, I've heard so many good things about you and now that I've seen how beautiful you are I couldn't help but crawl up to you and beg you to give me a chance to belong to your stable. My Mistress is away this weekend but she has been talking about moving in with me when she gets back. I'm afaid to let that happen now that I have met you, but I need to know if I can be your slave before I tell her I don't need her anymore. Please let me show you what a good slave I can be, Madame X. I'll give you anything."
"Such a confused little boy you are, Richard,"
I said softly. "Let me think about your offer for a little while. Stay here on your knees but I want you to take one of your thumbs out of your ass and suck on it. While you are cleaning it, I want you to count to thirty, then put it back in your ass and suck on the other one. Continue alternating every thirty seconds until I get back. See you soon, Richard!" I said as I gave him a good hard kick in one of his ass cheeks and walked away. I went to the office of The Vault and called a Mistress friend of mine who was one of the Mistresses he said he had served. I was able to reach her and she advised me that Richard was a harmless piece of shit, but she had dismissed him as he had constantly shown up for his sessions smelling as though he had just walked out of a sewer. When she had dismissed him he had promised to shower for an hour immediately before seeing her in the future, but she felt he had alot to learn about a Mistress being the top priority in his life so she told him it was a waste of her time to continue to try to train him. "He must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel if he's with Victoria now," she concluded. I laughed at her sarcasm
and told her I would whip him once and for her and thanked her for the inside info.
I was beginning to look forward to really humiliating this bastard. Victoria and I have never gotten along because of her intense jealousy of my following and nothing upsets a Mistress more than finding out that another Mistress has left her marks on her property without her permission. (And I intended to leave I many of my marks). It was time to play. First I turned over the slave in the bondage chair to a Mistress friend of mine who was at the bar being serviced by one of her slaves. I went over and apologized to him for having to leave, but I promised him that the next time I saw him a The Vault, he could suck on my heels and lick the soles of my boots for an hour. He thanked me and begged me for one last cock paddling so I gladly hit his stiff rod half a dozen times with my leather paddle. I then left him to my friend and walked over to Richard who had been getting quite a few quizzical looks from the patrons.
Kicking him on the other ass cheek, I commanded him to turn around, get on all fours and kiss my feet. He happily complied. I then laid down the ground rules for our session together. "I don't like Mistress Victoria and by agreeing to be my slave you are in effect denying the existence of Victoria in your life from now on. You will, however, be severely punished tonight because it amuses me to see someone as pathetic as you in agony - is that understood, slave?"
"Yes, Madame X."
"Do you promise to obey each and every command I give you without hesitation, slave?"
"Yes, Madame X," he obediently replied. "Good, slave. Give me $1,000 and stop at my bank machine so I can deposit it, then we'll go to your house for some fun and games." Slave Richard quickly pulled out his wallet and gave me ten new hundred dollar bills and crawled out of The Vault after me.
We got to his car and I ordered him to take off all his clothes except for his underwear and throw them in the back. He then had to drive with me poking at his hard-on with the tip of my heel. I deposited my gift and we were off to his house. When we arrived there was no parking so I had him drop me off with his key and told him to park the car and to walk back in his underwear. He began to complain but I quickly turned around and slapped his face and told him he would have to crawl back on all fours completely naked if I heard another sound from him. He must have gotten the message as he handed me his house keys and drove off to find parking. By the time he finished running back to his house, I was lounging on his couch with a cigarette. He was sweating from the effort and I smelled what my Mistress friend had been talking about, so I commanded him to pour me a glass of champagne and to take a shower while I relaxed. I asked if Mistress Victoria had any of her perfume in his bathroom and he replied that she did, so I told him to put some of it on after he showered.
"Maybe that will teach you to smell good when you come to see a Mistress in the future," I sarcastically said as he crawled off to get me my drink.
When he crawled back to me after his shower he smelled much better. I commanded him to take me down to the room Mistress Victoria used ; as her dungeon when she was there. I was appalled as he took me down to a dirty, dusty room in | the cellar with a couple of posts set up with chains and two whips hanging from the wall. I asked my kneeling slave if she had any other ', toys and he answered, "That's all she has, Mistress. All she ever does is tie me up to those posts and whip me for ten minutes then watch me jerk off after she takes me down. It was fun at first, but I need a different experience."
"And you will get it, slave!" I teasingly whispered. I noticed a workroom off to the side when we walked down into the cellar so I ordered slave Richard on all fours and commanded him to ride me to it. I still had my paddle with me, so I mercilessly paddled him as he crawled across the cold cellar concrete to a small but well- stocked tool room at the bottom of the cellar stairs. My imagination started kicking into high gear as I took some twine and tied his hands his back. Kneeling him up straight, I crouched down in front of him and took two small pieces of wood that were probably scraps and put them on each side of his little cock. Taking two clamps off the workbench, I squished his prick inside the wood until it was just about flat. He begged me for mercy so I left him like that and went and got two easel clamps. I put one on each nipple and slowly twisted ach of them in opposite directions as he pleaded with me to be gentle. I was tired of hearing his pathetic pleadings so I took a huge wrench and told him to bite on it and not to let it fall out of his mouth or he would be very sorry.
I left him there for a couple of minutes while I went upstairs to refill my champagne. When I returned, I pulled the wrench from his mouth saying, "Are you going to be quiet from now on?"
"Yes, I promise Madame X," he replied.
"Good slave, now it's time for a little light whipping." I went back into the would-be dungeon of the would-be mistress and grabbed one of the whips. Not much of a choice, I thought to myself. I came back and ordered the slave over a sawhorse. Quickly I gave him twenty strokes on his thighs, his ass and his back and reminded him that he was good for nothing except as an amusement for my pleasure. He thanked me for taking the time to show him how meaningless he was and I smiled as I knew he was now completely mine. I put down the whip and picked up some sandpaper. I slowly sanded his black-and-blue ass. He quietly sobbed as I intensified the pressure. I was impressed with his desire to please me so I put down the sandpaper and took out a seven-inch strap-on dildo from my bag. He saw me out of the corner of his eyes and knew he would have to take all seven inches to please me. While thrusting in and out of him and enjoying myself immensely, I never heard the cellar door open, however, when I turned around, there was Mistress Victoria staring at me fucking her slave, apparently frozen with shock.
She pointed her finger at me and demanded to know what I was doing with HER slave. I grabbed her finger and while bending it backwards told her that nobody talked to me like that. I forced her onto her knees by continuing to bend her finger then I took my other hand and slapped her hard across the face. I told her that Richard had told me that I was his Mistress and that he belonged to me; he no longer wanted her. "Isn't that right, Richard?" I yelled at my slave, who had gotten up from his sawhorse to watch.
"Yes, Madame X," he embarrassingly replied.
I told him to crawl over to us as I was still holding her at bay by her finger. I took the clamps off his nipples and managed to untie him with my free hand. "Take off all her clothes, Richard!" I commanded. A brief struggle ensued but she was quickly lying flat on the ground face up and naked. I told Richard to hold her down while I stepped on her stomach in my high-heeled boots. Spitting down into her face, I advised her that I was now the Mistress of the house and warned her that she was now an uninvited intruder. "I guess you'll have to learn a little humility before I allow you to leave," I teased. I got off her and kicked her on the side to turn her over face down on the cold cellar floor, then I walked over to her head and told her to kiss my boots. She hesitatingly kissed the tip of it but then I pulled it away as I decided that even my feet were too good for her. Telling her to kiss the floor, I placed my sole on top of her head and pushed her face into the hard concrete.
I turned around and removed the clamps and wood from Richard's little penis. He thanked me and said, "I am yours, Madame X."
Victoria tried to get up and muttered, "I'm leaving," but I quickly pushed her back down saying, "Oh no you're not, bitch. You've been bad mouthing me all over for no reason and now the tables are turned. You are on my property now and we'll play by my rules until I say you can go."
Turning to Richard, I commanded him sternly."Hold this slut while I tie.. her hands." Despite another struggle, she was way too weak to resist both of us. I had her hands tied up over her head and around the large pipe in the ceiling in about a minute. Slave Richard then helped me tie her ankles over the same pipe so she hung from the ceiling like a roasted pig. I picked her panties up from the floor and stuffed them in her mouth then took some electrical tape and pulled a length around her head twice so she couldn't spit them out (of course I gave her enough space to breathe - I'm not that cruel!) I told Richard to go upstairs and to find me a candle and some matches. He returned, then smiled as I poured hot wax all over slut Victoria's nipples and up and her inner thighs. Her whimpering, crying writhing did little to arouse my sympathy.
As a final punishment, I took some jumper off the wall and clamped them onto her (now coated with wax). I then pulled of them around the side of her body and each on each side of her exposed butt. I imagine she was thanking me all this time but I couldn't hear what she was saying with the gag in her mouth.
I then walked over to slave Richard who appeared to be enjoying the show. I came up to him slowly and sneered at him. "It's your turn now."
I kneed him in the balls which brought him to his knees, where he belonged. I pulled a stool from the tool room under Victoria's clamped ass. I told Richard to sit on the stool. His head came up between her legs and I pushed it down onto her pussy. I then tied his ankles in place and pulled his wrists straight down and tied them to a bar on the stool, forcing him to remain leaning over with his face in her cunt. To make sure he couldn't even move his head back, I took the electrical tape and put a length around Victoria's thighs immediately behind where his head was.
As a final insult, I took the ends of the jumper cables off Victoria's ass and attached them to his nipples. I'm sure they both got a charge out of them. I told them to enjoy each other's company then turned off the lights and left the room.
Upstairs I needed a couple of minutes to relax. I was sitting on the couch, speaking with friends on the phone while sipping on my champagne. I got one of my friends to promise me he would pick me up in about an hour. I told him to ring the bell and to wait in his car for me as I would be right out when I knew he was there. Just then, Richard's little Cocker Spaniel came out of the bedroom to see who was in the living room. Looking at her dog tag, I told Tiffany that her master was all tied up at the moment but that I would love to play with her. As I was bored, I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. Apparently she knew the word and jumped over to the closet and pawed at her leash. "You're more trained than your keeper," I said as I put her on her leash, "and I'm sure you would make a better pet." I went out with Tiffany for about half an hour and marveled at how well behaved she was. We got along so well that I told her I would tell Richard I would keep her. She happily barked and pranced around my boots.
Back down in the basement Richard and Victoria were still embraced. They made such a cute couple. I decided looking at them that they deserved each other. Of course as soon as the light came on Richard was sobbing and pleading with me to have mercy and to let them free. I whispered in his ear that the only way he could get me to release him and his would-be mistress was to give me Tiffany. "Anything, Mistress...she's yours." "That's a good boy, Richard. I knew you were capable of an intelligent decision once in awhile," I mocked as I untied him and removed the jumper cables. I moved the stool to beneath Victoria's head and pulled the jumper cables off her nipples. Her muffled screams rang through the basement. "Don't you ever, ever point a£ me again, you poor excuse for a dominatrix," I sneered. Then I commanded Richard to kneel on the stool and pull his prick over her mouth. As he neared a climax, I gave him one last smack across his sore ass and he came all over Victoria's face. "You can take her down and clean her up when I leave, Richard. You are in wretched need of a new Mistress but I think you belong with Victoria. I hope you've enjoyed your night as my slave because I am dismissing you. Thank you for Tiffany." I smiled as the bell rang, knowing that I had helped two very confused people learn a little humility. This knowledge would surely help them later on in their lives.
For all you others - Remember - Behave or BE PUNISHED!
Chow for now --Madame X
I'm Looking for Sincere, Devoted & Generous slaves to Serve Me in the Fashion I'm Accustomed to. Expect to be My toy - for My Amusement. Highly Skilled and Creative in All Phases of S/M & B&D Ranging from Light to Heavy. TVs Welcome. No Straight. No Phonies. My Time is Valuable - Don't Waste it!
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Marquise Marie
In 1977 I met Marquise Marie , who lived in Grand Rapids, Mi.
We first corresponded by mail , then had conversations over the phone. We met on two or three occasions, the first time was with a introduction from Richie who owned Esoteric Press along with his partner Sandy York. It was his idea that we both meet and do a photo shoot for his magazines. At that time he was living with Lady Crystral , so the three of us drove from my house in Detroit to Marquise's house. It was a long drive and I was very tired by the time we arrived. Most of the photos of us together , you will see my eyes are almost shut and now you know why! After the photo shoot we all went to local restaurant and had Mexican food. Marquise and I ended up in several of Richie's magazine's and were featured on the front covers of many others. If anyone has a copy of that magazine , please post it!
The second time our paths crossed was a few years later. I think it was around 1978 or 79?? She invited me to one of her parties. My slave lafever who was married, he told his wife he was going to attend a retirement party. Still yet at that it was 2 or 3 hours drive. So lafever got the bright idea of renting a small airplane. A very small plane. I had never been up in a small plane.
I packed up some toys,, B&D gear and put it in a small bag for the trip. When that plane took off ,,, it was beautiful! I enjoyed the plane ride very much. And when we landed at the airport , I called Jerry , Marquise's husband to pick us up, by then the sun was just going down. At Marquise's house , she and Jerry showed lafever and I around the house and there goldfish. They were very proud of those fish. Marquise would think of them as her babies. As we walked into basement , you could see all kinds of B&D equipment. It was not really a basement but a DUNGEON!!!!! She had two smaller rooms off the main room and in the middle of the floor????? A stretching rack!!! We partied til around 10 or 11 , we had to leave early , because the airport shut down at 12. Well before I knew it ,,,,, it was 1 am! Lafever and I were having such a good time we lost track of time. And when we noticed it , it was to late. The airport had shut down. Lafever had to get home, I had to get home,,,, so Jerry took us to the airport where lafever and I jumped the fence to get to the plane. It was starting to rain. Lafever made radio contact with Detroit Metro and off we went back to Detroit. It was very dark and then it really started to rain. We were maybe half way home when we hit a very bad storm. The plane bounced around , there was lightening , you couldn't see your hand in front of your face , it didn't seem to bother lafever. He said, "keep a eye out for lights"
"Lights???? "
"Yes, that's probably another airplane"
Now I'm really looking and I was scared. In a 1 hour or so we flew over Lake Oakland , which is very close to Pontiac Airport and I told lafever, " I can see water" Lafever said he thought we may be a little low and if we crash into lake , he couldn't swim! Lafever was in constant radio contact as we landed,,, then he turns to me and say's,,, "Well that's probably one of the very few times you will ever see a 200 minimum approach. OH,,,,,noooo now he tells me!
--Mistress Michelle
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