Good news!

I've been difficult to contact, I'll admit.

I had ran another career in tandem with this one for a few years, however I've decided to give it up and focus more on what actually makes me happy in life. Namely, thrashing slaves. Some of you will note that my correspondence has been neglected since a far back as October (though regular clients have been receiving discipline), so now that time is more plentiful I'll be digging back through ancient history and getting back to all of the more sensible emails. There are rather a lot of them as you'd expect, so if you think yours it at risk of being lost in the scrum, feel free to send again.

In addition to having more time to dedicate to utilising my caning arm, I'm happily also pursuing an array of new things in my personal life, such as going on my first proper holiday in 6 years!

To be brutally honest (for I am often brutal), I forgot this blog existed. As a treat for you (for I am sometimes kind), here are some photos from my recent excursion to Corralejo, Fuerteventura. Enjoy!

New hair and new gifts!

I have not been online a huge amount this or last month, aside from the discovery that my mail server had not been downloading some of my email, thus am still working on clearing the backlog. Those of you in the know will be happy to learn that I'm almost fully recovered from the procedure on my foot, so foot fetish sessions will be underway as soon as I see fit.

Note the presence of lovely new hair.

Thank you to Tommy, Edinburgh Lingerie Lover, CPRF and R. Now I can wear La Senza stockings and a Prong necklace (with my feet up on a human footstool) while watching Red Cliff and The Audition! Once done with those, I can try out my new pair of tango trainers. I am reminded of this...

New toys for the Brixton dungeon

Thank you for all the emails wishing me a good birthday (which was spent indulging myself, naturally).

Now I have the most wonderful of devices which has been coveted for quite some time, courtesy of Dom-Estics. I will enjoy using the main item in the image most, having seen it in use on various websites. I cannot wait to try it out - watching the recipient squirm and writhe for my pleasure, uncomfortable yet yearning against the various feelings and sensations caused by the hard, unforgiving metal against their malleable flesh...

Moving house today

A quick note to say that Raynor Towers is on the move in around an hours time. My internet access will be sporadic while I'm in Edinburgh (17th - 23rd), plus the fact that I'll need to arrange broadband for my new house once I'm back in London.

I'll be checking email every few days.

The origin of my name

A few years ago I looked up the meaning of my name and was recently reminded of it. It's quite fitting!

Rebekka (or variations of) Hebrew, Danish or Norwegian
"to tie", "to bind", "to snare", "to tie firmly", "captivating; knotted cord."

Raynor (or variations of) Scandinavian
"deciding warrior", "army", "strong counselor", "powerful army", "mighty army", "God-like"

Social Butterfly : )

I'm having to look back at my diary to remind me of what I've been doing these past few weeks, as I've been quite the social butterfly, aside from shooting lots! There has also been shooting a fair amount of custom videos, from the more mainstream fetish to the downright bizarre...you know who you are.

On January 28th I went to a pre-Pedestal party with a few other ladies and gentlemen at the dungeon I use in Warren St, which only whetted the appetite for Pedestal further. The event itself was fabulous, with lots of playing and being witness Man vs Garden Gnome....The night ended with returning to the dungeon for a play party of our own, before finally getting home by a more than respectable 6am.

On Wednesday this week my friend brought me to the exhibition opening of both Sas and Colin Christian in The Opera Gallery on New Bond Street. Their work is utterly amazing, so get your bottoms down there, as the show is on until a week from now!

New lingerie coming my way

I'm off out to buy lots of new lingerie tomorrow afternoon, from the money earned while beating people up in Edinburgh. It's such a hard life sometimes. I'm not sure what colours though yet - suggestions?

Belated update!

A belated update on my comings and goings, as there's not been much of a chance to sit down down and write anything!


On the last London Fetish Fair after party of January 10th, we had Nawashi Murakawa performing again with two myjos (masochistic women) in a wonderfully choreographed piece of Japanese rope bondage (image of the show below taken by Tom Medwell) The next LFF is on Sunday February 14th.

The Edinburgh trip went very well, and not only did I manage to see many friendly old faces in The Banshee Labyrinth and the Black Rose Tavern, all of the booked sessions played out perfectly : )  To mark the success, I decided to treat myself to a day at the spa connected to The Sheraton Hotel - 4 hours going from one steam room / sauna / ice treatment / hydro pool to the next! The only drawback was that one of my regular slaves had an eye infection, and so couldn't drive to see me - get well soon, Jingleballs!

At a shoot on Thursday, a dog was at the mercy of my habit of taking pictures of photographers pets! I much prefer larger dogs to ankle biters, but this one was cute.

Calendar update

Just a quick note that I've updated my calendar for the remainder of this month, and also for February.

It looks like I'll be having a heavy few days of sessions, visiting friends and general rambunctious-ness in Edinburgh. I'm pleased to report that it's a very similar story once I get back to London, but perhaps with a couple of days break in between to recover with.

On a personal note, I'll be going to another tango lesson on the Tuesday after my return. It's been something I've wanted to master for some time, so am very much looking forward to it! Also, I had the most glorious deep tissue massage last week - I thought it was about time I treated myself.

Happy New Year

This is the time of year when bloggers / Twitterers / Facebookers everywhere are talking of nothing else other than 12am, and taking note of the year.

There have been more ups and downs this year than a harlots knickers, if I'm to believe what everyone says. Some have been lost and some found, but life would be boring otherwise, wouldn't it?

I'm off out shortly to live it up - see you on the other side!

My birthday : O

On the 21st I turned another year older and hopefully, another year wiser. Needless to say, there's no way in hell I'm posting any 'back in the day' pictures, so you shall simply have to take my word for it. As I was still too ill with 'man flu' on Wednesday night to go out and celebrate, we instead went to an event called Redeemer at the Scala on the Saturday. While most of the rooms featured cringe-worthy kiddy metal, suitable only for those young'uns who think it's acceptable to wear their baggy trousers around their knees, we were able to catch some 'banging tunes' up on the EBM floor. An accompanying video to illistrate the style I (mis)use would have followed, were it not for relevant YouTube videos being taken in front of the dancers' mothers Welsh dresser of prize teapots.

I digress. Many thanks for all of the lovely presents : )

And also, thank you to slave Tommy Gibberish for the, ahem, love toy to add to my collection. It slightly reminds me of a honey stirrer...

Recounting pervy Edinburgh...

I don't get back up to Edinburgh as often as I'd like, but normally have a great time when I eventually do.

On Saturday, no sooner had I arrived than I was out the door to a fantastic spa, then to a Japanese restaurant called Izzi's on Lothian Road, and was afterwards enjoying Club Absynth, ran by two friends of mine. An excellent start to the visit.

Sunday and Monday were spent relaxing and doing sessions with Nina de Nautee. You simply couldn't make up the stuff that happens to us (and if you're reading, Nina, we will never mention THAT again!). We also gave a thank you to the slave (yes you, Jingleballs) who paid for my hotel room, as seen below. It was very sweet that he brought a copy of the Leg Sex issue that I was in for me to sign.


On Tuesday I came over all 'blue bottomed fly', and met no less than 6 friends in the one day, went to a Dutch comedy show, helped a friend put together a dentist chair and lost a pub quiz. The rest of the week I spent with my family.

My heavy metal holiday : )

I went to the Bloodstock Open Air festival a couple of weekends back, and had a fabulous time. A few bands that I'd always hoped to see were playing.

First up (or should that be fist up?) is our newly redecorated hotel room, featuring suction cup dildo-wall detail, and a loving array of complimentary butt plugs...


We spent a lot of time in the VIP section, courtesy of Nelly Liger, who was doing the press for the event. Here are some very shaky images from watching the bands over the weekend.

Amon Amarth!


Blind Guardian!


Sabaton! (had the opportunity for a chat with one of them afterwards : )

Vandersexxx, aching arms and E.Vie's party

Last night's Vandersexx rocked mightily, and my hands are sore from all the spanking! The numbers on the door have increased nicely since it moved venues to Moorgate.

One of the people I played with was a lovely German lady, and her facial expressions were divine as she felt the double cane (not that she knew I was peeking!) Feedback like that could make or break what I consider to be a good play session, as there is little worse than playing with the equivalent of a dead fish!

My own fun aside, we had a performance by the enigmatic Sister Berry Rogers, who performed under the name Miss Violet Wand (she writes for Forum, by the way).


On Saturday night we went to Evie/Empress Victoria's birthday party. I couldn't find a thing to wear, so went with my not-so-old faithful SDL corset.

A funny thing happened on the way to buy a cleaver...

I've just remembered something strange that happened to me, years ago in Edinburgh. I was in a Chinese supermarket on Leith Walk, and a caucasian man came up to me and offered to pay for my shopping. I thought 'this is weird' at the time, but was unsure if he recognised me from my website or other places, and I didn't ask.

So I did what any sensible lady would do in such a situation. I continued to get what I'd gone out to buy, and then I chose a meat cleaver and put it in my basket. He paid once we were at the till, and then walk in the other direction out of the shop. I wonder how often he'd done that, and if he'd ever done it before? I was going to say thank you and perhaps strike up a conversation, if given the chance. No doubt he furiously got it out of his system later that day. The least he could have done was taken me to a post-perv-coital Jenners!!

Some personal images courtesy of my phone.

I'm in the habit of taking bad images on my phone when shooting, so here they are, in all their blurred glory. I have also succumbed to the lure of FaceBook, so the link is now to the left of this page, under 'My Links'.


Behold, Geoffrey Halpin's mighty shoe from June 16th! Geoff is a graphic artist who's better known for his album covers, Penthouse and Men Only work in the 70's and 80's. I haven't seen any edits from the day as yet, but they looked great on camera. Scattered about the mighty cowprint shoe were all the shoes I could carry from my shoe shelves, and we experimented with obscure poses. His wife kindly let me wear some of her vintage corsets and girdles. They were rather nice, nice enough to make me re-think my attitude about the colour pink!

Geoff and his wife are the type of people I'd want to know even if I hadn't worked with them - they are such darlings!




Iain Thomson - Anyone for Tennis Milf? I couldn't quite believe I had been lured into wearing this outfit, but the end result was fun. The end of the set involved laying spread (in more ways than one) in Iain's conservatory, doing as a Milf does unto to herself. With the first half, we visited a tennis court to capture the set up shots, all the while trying to dodge the groundskeeper. Oh, I am naughty....



Getting ready for Club Rub on June 20th. After I had finally finished applying the warpaint, Pet and I headed out to the event. I had a sneak preview at Richard and Emma's new flyers for Club Rub, and my word, what epic images! You'll see them if you join their mailing list.


Oh yes, and not forgetting...we must respect the Time Warp.

Seriously not a medical fetishist.....

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UKAP porn party!

I went to the UK Adult Producers and Models party on Friday 29th near Kings Cross.

It was quite fun, aside from having to leave at a mere 11pm. Unfortunately, all of the pictures I took with my camera phone didn't turn out very well. You can see some 'proper' pictures here.

My Edinburgh visit

A great time was had when visiting my homeland. It's been said that whenever I come back that my accent gets stronger for a while but I'm not so sure.

Well before the trip, I'd arranged some sessions with my good friend Nina de Nautee. My heartfelt thanks to the Tasty Tranny, Madonna's beard (don't ask!), P and Big Al, all of whom were subjected to a delightful array of pervery.

Sore feet and chocolate (after Club Antichrist!)

My feet hurt like the very devil has licked them with his barbed tongue. During the day yesterday I wore a new pair of shoes when out and about, which has left me rather chaffed on the pressure points to say the least! Alas, the ministrations of several subs at the club last night couldn't save them from their fate, so I sit here nursing them and eating chocolate (thank you, slave tommy). I have a shoot in the house tomorrow for a friend of a friend's student project, so am getting some much needed TLC.

Here's an image I took while doing my make up for Club Antichrist yesterday. On one of my bookshelves you can see my collection of Terry Pratchett (along with a figure of Death on his Binky motorcycle), New Scientists and Stephen Kings. It's been a long while since I read any King, so must get back into it. I read a lot when I'm travelling for work, but they tend to be a bit to cumbersome to fit in my handbag though.



As for the club itself, a great time was had by all. I always miss the stage shows, but heard that the delightful Warren Speed was doing his Chav Burlesque routine.

And now for some funny ones....