Now I have this website where I can show you more of these behind the scenes and candid pictures and video. For fans of my Mistress, this site is a must see. I do hope that you enjoy it.

Please come and have a look  Felix The Worm

I’ve been following Miss Hybrid around quite a lot recently, trying to get some good candid shots and video for the forum, but it is a thankless task. I get the odd bit, but have to be careful that she does not see the camera. The video is not quite so difficult as I have it in my briefcase, and that is never that far away from me, so does not look suspicious. However, she has noticed me hanging around at bit, and has started telling me to make myself scarce (not in those exact words, more like “Fuck off Felix, you little worm, haven’t you got some work you should be doing”).

Last week Ed was around, and I followed them both to the stables. I got a few pictures and a bit of video before being spotted, suitably chastised and sent on my way. Feeling a little disheartened, I suddenly remembered that new CCTV cameras had just been installed in the stables, so made my way to the old man’s study to see if I could get anything. Lord B was out anyway, so there was no chance of him catching me in there.

I shut the door, grab a brandy bowl and splash in a generous quantity of Chateau Montifaud 1975 vintage cognac and sit at the large leather chair behind the desk. I flick on the PC and sip on the cognac whilst waiting for it to boot up.  At last the login screen appears and I enter the old man’s credentials. (Of course I know his password, I set it up for him). I swiftly bring up the CCTV monitoring software and switch to the stables feed. A quick tweak, and Miss Hybrid swims into focus, doing a twirl in front of Ed, who is sitting on one of the hay bales. She turns her back to him and bends over, sticking her arse out at Ed. He takes the hint and gently rubs her hind quarters. She stands and then drapes herself over his lap. Ed lifts the red dress away from her bottom revealing a pair of see through red panties which he pulls up into her arse crack whilst rubbing the bare skin of her cheeks. He starts to lightly slap her buttocks in turn, and I zoom in the camera a little. The bulge in my trousers is starting to get uncomfortable, so I pull down my flies and free the raging beast. I slowly stoke myself with one hand as I control the camera with the other. After a short while she stands and sits herself between his legs. I try and keep her in the picture zooming back out again and turning the camera slightly. She reaches up and uncovers her beautiful round tits. Even with the quality of the CCTV, I can see her erect nipples as Ed reaches around and cups her breasts. As he massages her boobs, her hand slips down between her legs rubbing her panties and pulling them up into her pussy. I am so engrossed in watching the screen that I do not notice the door to the study open and Katie sneak in. The click as the door closes makes me look up to find Katie watching me wank with a hand in her panties.

Continued in Miss Hybrid’s members area,

Miss Hybrid got back last night, and I had slipped off to watch the football in the pub, the Manor not having any television. When I eventually got back from celebrating a German win (now that doesn’t happen very often), she was none too pleased with me.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning”, she promised, “There’s no point now while you are pissed, I’ll catch you when you’re hung over to teach you a lesson. 8:30am sharp, in the dungeon shower room”

“Yes Miss”, I slur and then skulk off to my bed to sleep off the beer.

My alarm rudely awakens me at 6:30 and I do my usual roll over and hit the sleep button. I must have missed and hit the wrong button, because when I wake up again, the clock reads 8:10. My mouth is dry and tastes like something nasty has been living in it. My teeth feel as if they could do with a shave, and my head is pounding. Something at the back of my mind is trying to alert me to something. I have a feeling that I need to be somewhere at 8:30, but I can’t quite get my mind in gear. The timpani in my skull is not helping me focus. I drag myself out of my pit and head for the bathroom. Bladder and bowels first, quick face wash to try and get in gear, brush teeth, shower, shave (face and bits). I glance at the clock, wracking my brains trying to think where I need to be at 8:30. The clock flicks to 8.25, when it strikes me.

“Shit, dungeon, fuck”.

I quickly pull on a pair of boxers, jeans and a t-shirt and make haste.

I hear the grandfather clock in the hall just starting to strike the half hour as rush out over to the old hay loft, and take the stairs 3 at a time.

Miss H is standing at the top. Black latex skirt and bodice, thigh length boots, stockings and a wicked looking crop in her hand which she is slowly slapping into her latex gloved palm.

“Just in time”, she growls, but lashes out with the crop anyway to catch me just below my left buttock.

I wince, but say nothing. My head feels fit to burst after that dash across the courtyard and sprint up the stairs and I am gasping for breath.

“Are we a touch hung over, Felix?”, she asks as she runs the end of the crop up my neck raising my chin and looks into my eyes.

“Yes Mistress”, I answer, panting, “just a touch”

“Good. That should make this all the more punishing for you. Right, let’s get started shall we? Changing room first”, she says and pushes me over towards the changing room door.

The changing rooms have a vast array of costumes at one end – rubber, latex, leather, lace, chains, and at the other end a good sized shower area.

“Strip”, she orders.

I quickly divest myself of my clothing and stand naked in front of her. For once, my prick is limp. A mixture of fear of what is about to happen and the hangover have taken their toll.

“Well, you’re not going to be much use to me like that, now are you, Felix?”, she says.

“No, Mistress”, I reply, “shall I wank myself for you Mistress?”, I ask hopefully.

“No, no, first things first. Go to the showers”

“I have just had a shower, Mistress”, I say. Not wise, I realise. Should have kept trap shut.

“I DON’T FUCKING GIVE A SHIT IF YOU SPENT THE LAST 2 HOURS SOAKING YOUR MISERABLE LITTLE FUCKING WORM BODY, GO TO THE SHOWERS – NOW!”

I don’t think my head could have hurt more if she had used a megaphone.

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress”, I respond. It is only as I turn around that I notice the rubber hot water bottle with pipe and nozzle that suggest that someone is about to have an enema. As there is no one else about and Miss H is not really dressed for it, I can only assume that it is me.

“MOVE IT”, she says as she whips my bare arse to encourage me to move a little faster.

“Down on all fours”, is the instruction as we reach the showers.

I get down onto my hands and knees. Miss H squirts some lube onto her latex gloves and rubs some into my arsehole, pushing a single finger inside. I little more lube is applied to the business end of the enema kit and the nozzle is inserted.

Continued in Miss Hybrids Members area

Miss Hybrid is away for most of this week, as is Lord B, for whom I managed to organise another week at his favourite spa to coincide with Miss H’s trip with her mother.  So, I am organising a staff party. Well, staff orgy would be more accurate with any luck. I have been preparing the Ballroom for most of the day, ensuring that there are plenty of places for fornication to occur, and checking that all of the new hidden CCTV cameras are in working order. We had a number of new cameras installed during the recent refurbishment of the Ballroom, so there are no obvious signs of any at all. It is only me, Miss Hybrid and Jane that know that there are any in the Ballroom at all.

Food and drink has been organised (we must ensure that we all keep our strength up) and I have raided the “toy” cupboard for extra entertainment. I have asked everyone to meet in the ballroom at 7pm sharp so that we can get the party started and amazingly enough, they all turn up on time. Jack and I have been helping Simone (the cook) to bring in the food. It is just finger food, nothing too fancy, easy to pick at when required. I hand everyone glass of champagne and then ask for silence as I propose a toast.

“Ladies and Gentlemen”, I intone,  “Tonight is for all of you. Have fun. Use what toys you like. All is acceptable here between consenting adults. Just remember that we will have to clean up in the morning, so try not to make too much mess. Please raise your glasses in appreciation of the Lady of the house. After all, where could you hope to get a better job?”

Glasses are raised

“To Miss Hybrid”

The usual toast style mumbling occurs, glasses are drained, and refilled. Plates of nibbles are stocked up from the tables and small groups form as stories of the week are swapped.  Barely noticeable background music plays quietly below the buzz of voices. It seems strange to see the women in civvies, all have dressed to impress in very little as it is so warm. Short skirts with light tops and light dresses are the choice. I also notice that most of the girls have forgone their bras. Only Jilly seems to be wearing one, a small half cup affair, showing through the white translucent top that she is sporting. I also see that she has stockings and suspenders on under her light skirt, the tops just making themselves visible below the hemline. The guys have dressed smartly, but also in light clothing – loose slacks and cotton shirts.

Jilly crosses over the room to the small stage, usually used for live bands, but it has a pole set centrally for obvious usage. Andy follows her over and goes to the back of the stage, where the sound and lighting controls are. The background music stops and is changed for something a little more upbeat, the lights are lowered and a spot shines on Jilly, now centre stage next posing with the pole. She starts to move slowly to the music grinding her hips and losing herself in the rhythm. She grasps the pole and spreading and bending her legs, rubs her pussy along it. She stands, wraps one leg around the pole and holding on with one hand swings herself around it. It seems that Jilly was a professional pole dancer in a previous life, and she gives us a performance that gets the men rock hard and the women soaking wet.  She lifts her skirt to show us her tiny white panties. A hand slips inside as rubs her cunt, carefully catching the eye of each of her audience as she strokes herself. Sensuously, she licks her fingers and then unfastened the buttons on her blouse. Button by button, the light blouse slowly reveals her lacy black half cup bra, her pink nipples just peeping out over the top. The last fastening released, she shrugs the top off her shoulders and throws it to us. Jane catches it and presses it to her face, breathing in Jilly’s scent. The skirt is next. A quick flick at the waistband, and it drops to the floor and is deftly kicked aside. Her hands reach up to her breasts and pull down the front of the bra, exposing her full round boobs. She massages her tits and fingers her nipples, pinching and pulling on them. A hand slips back down to her cunt and she pushes the fabric of her panties into her. The crotch of the knickers and two fingers disappear up into her pussy. She pulls them back out again, and spreads the soggy fabric over her slit, making very little difference to what is visible as the cloth is now totally see through.

Continued In Miss Hybrids Members area

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