Around the time I broke up with slave B., two new wonderful personal slaves found their way into my life. They are different age, nationality, ethnic background and have different family status as well as the overall lifestyle but one thing they do have in common – both grew extremely devoted to me over the time. Naturally, there have been a few disappointments along the way as one would expect in any relationship or personal arrangement. What really counts, though, is that things have progressed very well with both of them lately.
My English slave K. decided to prove his loyalty by offering to get a brand of my ownership anywhere on his body as per my preference. This is something I haven´t explored with any of my slaves yet and I instantly felt intrigued. The slave is now looking into various designs and he should get one of them tattooed later this spring. The kinkiest bit actually is not the tattoo itself but rather the fact, that K. is married and this obviously WILL have consequences for his marriage.
The other exciting news is that K. has just ordered a Platinum credit card for me. It will be handed to me personally in a few weeks time, probably as part of our next session. This does not only make me feel so spoilt, it naturally gives me some extra power over my slave. Something I genuinely thrive on.
My Middle-Eastern slave N. is not married but is limited by his very demanding job. His major ambition is to eventually relocate to Europe so that he can be closer to me and serve me better. By the time this happens, we should be able to meet in between his work projects, possibly as often as every two months. N.´s way of servitude is extremely self-less. He stood out of the crowd already the first time we met when he impressed me with the largest tip I had ever received from anyone in a session. The other mind-blowing thing about N. is that he will happily serve and treat the people I love just to please me. This is very rare because there´s nothing sexual or kinky about it. It´s pure servitude at its best.
I am very curious about what´s coming next in my D/s arrangements and whether there will or will not be any new personal slaves accepted this year. As all of you know, the bar had been set high and hardly anyone is given the chance to become my owned slave.
How I fell in love with Mistress Arella
As I write this journal it is St Valentine´s day, so I thought it would be a good time to tell you how I fell in love with my Owner Mistress Arella.
I have been visiting Pro Dommes my entire adult life and I have always thought of it as a fantasy of mine to be dominated, humiliated and punished by a beautiful woman. My visits to various Pro Dommes fulfilled these fantasies to a degree and within the set session periods I met some lovely ladies, however at no point did I fall in love with the domme I was sessioning with, it was purely a business arrangement at all times.
I first made contact with Mistress Arella in 2014 when I offered to chauffeur Her during a visit to London. Of course I also arranged to session with Her and on top of that Mistress accepted my invitation for lunch. A lovely experience to get to know Mistress Arella outside of sessions, which I had not been offered by previous Mistresses.
Mistress returned to Prague and I thought that would be that. To my pleasant surprise She kept in contact with me via Twitter & email. This eventually resulted in me finding myself wanting to please Her by way of spoiling Her with gifts, this became a regular occurrence and I believe Mistress Arella saw the potential I had to be a good long term slave.
Mistress returned to London in early 2015, when I spent a lot of time with Her both in and out of sessions, we fine dined at a few restaurants and went on a shopping trip at Westfield, where I spoiled Her with various gifts. During this visit there was a crossover in my life as a slave, instead of it being mere fantasy it was becoming reality, as Mistress Arella had taken an authority of my life outside of sessions. This had an effect on my mind where I was thinking of Her 24 hours a day, I was even dreaming about Her. This was exactly what I had been searching for my entire adult life. As close to be an owned slave as possible.
I think it was around this time that Mistress asked if I had fallen in love with Her. Maybe She had picked up on the tell tale signs. I refused to acknowledge my feelings back then as I am a person who does not declare my love for someone easily, but I think Mistress did not believe me anyway.
It was also at this point I realised that what I thought as a perfect marriage with my wife was not so perfect after all. I had spent time with Mistress Arella fine dining and had wonderful, interesting conversations with Her, I was finding that She was such an amazing person outside of being a domme. She was in fact my perfect woman in every aspect, some would say marriage material. I would actually be proud to introduce Her to my friends and family, She was that perfect. This also made me seriously question my own marriage and caused a few arguments with my wife to the point where I was considering divorce. Mistress Arella could give me everything I have ever wanted and I was prepared to give up my marriage for it, yet I still would not admit that I was now falling in love with Her.
It has taken me until now to admit I am in love with Mistress Arella. Why? because I had to be 100% sure myself, love is not a word I throw around easily like some men/subs do. I have taken time to get to know my Mistress not only on a professional business level but also on the personal side. Everything I have found out about Mistress Arella just makes me love Her even more, She is a genuinely lovely person, who, if the slave serves Her well, She will treat the slave well in return. The need to serve Mistress Arella keeps growing, it has become the most important thing in my life to please Her and make sure She is as happy as I can make Her.
I hope by admitting I am in love with my Owner I have done the right thing. I am so happy being Mistress Arella’s personal slave and that is all I need and will ever need. I will always be Her slave and she will always have full control over our Dom/sub relationship.
September 14, 2012
What a beautiful day it was today. After I got up this morning I was supposed to meet Mistress outside the Prague Vyšehrad station. I noticed that the fortress was actually really close to my hotel, so I decided to walk rather than come by tube. I arrived on time but the Metro was nowhere to be seen, so I called Mistress and informed Her that I was waiting at the church. It took Her some time to find me and She wasn´t pleased at all. The first order She had given me that day I had already disobeyed. While She scolded me, I knelt down and gave Her the key for my chastity device. Mistress kindly released me last night so this morning I woke up without feeling any pain or discomfort. That was the first time since our trip to Brussels three weeks ago. I hoped that this gesture would distract my Mistress, and She would forget about my disobedience, but instead She took the key from my hand and threatened to drop it into the sewer.
In the end Mistress put the key in Her handbag and made a mental note about this most recent mischief of mine. In our sessions She always tells me why I am being punished. She somehow remembers all my wrong-doings. After lunch Mistress wanted to do some shopping. I always enjoy shopping with Her, because I’m allowed to carry all Her things and She lets me assist Her in many ways. I was already carrying Her jacket and cardigan when we entered the cosmetics store where Mistress wanted to buy a lip gloss. While She was busy trying the testers on Her hand, I roamed the store a bit on my own. “Slave, where are you? Come back now!” I heard all of a sudden. I immediately reported back to my Owner. “You´re not allowed to wander around here by yourself,“ Mistress scolded me.
After She had picked the colour, She cleaned Her hand with a cotton pad. I took it from Her and put in into my pocket. As you can see, there are many different ways how to serve a Mistress, some large, other small. Mistress seems to enjoy them all. Next we went to a shoe store. Mistress first had a look around, then sat down and pointed out a pair of leather boots saying: “Find my size. I want to try them on”. I brought the boots and swiftly got on my knees in front of Her. She had crossed Her legs elegantly and was applying the new lip gloss onto Her luscious lips. This looked so erotic. “Adjust the sock!”, Mistress commanded, just as I was about to slide Her foot into the boot. I did so and finished the task. Mistress briefly inspected the boots and said: “Take them off! They hurt my ankles”. As we were leaving the store, Mistress decided to dispose of Her chewed gum. What better place to put it in than Her slave´s mouth, She must have thought. Of course I dutifully accepted it. We then walked into a small cafe to have a quick drink before I had to go to the airport.
Mistress ordered a fancy mixed fruit juice with mint and a lot of foam on top. She started picking the foam up and sucking it off the straw. I remarked how incredibly sexy that looked. “Write about it in your diary, slave”, Mistress laughed, as if She damn well knew how aroused this made me. I felt my cock swell against the sharp points of the chastity device. Without doing anything special, She had me totally weak and meek again. “You can have my left-overs, slave”, Mistress decided. What a treat! I gratefully accepted the glass and drank the last bits. The time had come again to say good-bye so we hugged and went our separate ways. I’m glad that we will see each other again in two weeks in London. Two weeks doesn´t sound long, but I know from previous experience that time drags incredibly between our meetings.
September 26, 2012
Later today I will meet my Mistress at Heathrow. She´s flying from Prague while I´m coming from Amsterdam. The next few days will be really busy. Mistress has scheduled a photo shoot in Mistress Morrigan´s photographic studio in East London, a couple of sessions, dinners and we also want to go to club Pedestal the day after tomorrow. I landed 40 minutes before Mistress did to make sure she wouldn´t have to wait for me. She impresses me each and every time I see Her. Even at the airport while wearing regular clothes, She looked stunning. We hugged and I took Her suitcase. I wasn´t quite sure where our taxi driver was waiting. Mistress said he was most certainly inside the hall holding a sign with my name while I was under the impression that the instructions I obtained from the taxi company said he would be outside. Of course Mistress was right as it turned out. She scolded me for not being organized and well prepared.
Once we arrived at the apartment, Mistress quickly inspected the whole flat and chose the bigger en-suite bedroom for herself. She said She would take a quick shower and ordered me to make Her a cup of tea in the meantime and to bring Her an empty glass to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen as Mistress instructed. When I was done with the tea, I went back to Her bedroom with the glass. She was already showering and the bathroom door was closed. I timidly knocked on the door. “Come in”, I heard. I opened the door. I saw Mistress washing Her beautiful body in the bath tub. I just had to stare at Her breasts. It was impossible not to. “Put the glass next to the washbasin and go iron my clothes. I will call you if I need anything else. Next time I need to bring a bell”, said Mistress.
Ten minutes later Mistress called me to the bathroom again to bring Her ironed clothes. Now She was standing in front of a mirror adjusting Her make up and hair. She was wearing just a thin purple bathrobe. First of all Mistress handed me a pair of black lacy knickers. She gave me no specific order as what to do with them but it was clear enough. I lifted Her short bathrobe and put the panties on her beautiful body. I really had to concentrate not to get carried away. She then passed me Her favourite perfumed body lotion and ordered me to rub it in the skin of Her legs. Mistress then ordered me to go and get ready myself. Shortly we were on our way to a wine and cheese tasting restaurant in the City. We had a great evening as we always do. After we got back to the apartment, I knelt down in front of Mistress´ bed and waited for Her while She was getting changed in the bathroom. When She reappeared I noticed She was wearing the same ultra sexy purple bathrobe. I know She got it from another slave as a present recently. My Mistress always gets so many gifts from Her slaves. I also brought Her some this time (I always do), but She decided she’d open them in the morning when we would have more time. That night I was allowed to pleasure Her beautiful body. I was so happy to be with my Mistress again that I fell asleep with a big smile on my face that was still there when I woke up the next day.
**Please note intimacy or my nudity is NEVER part of my professional services and as such cannot be expected or demanded**