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K.’s journal part 6

From B.´s journal – part 5

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**

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From B.´s journal – part 4

August 29, 2012

Today I washed Mistress’ stockings that She gave me last week in Brussels. Before I started, I filed my nails to make sure they didn’t have any sharp edges. I wash all Mistress’ lingerie and  hosiery by hand and I know what would happen if I ruined any of Her delicate garments. Just before I soaked the stockings, I sniffed them one last time. It had been a week since She wore them, but I could still smell Her scent. I pressed the stockings with both hands on my face so they covered my nose and mouth entirely. What a lovely mixture of body lotion perfume and Her own odour. It made me drift into dreamland. I closed my eyes and thought of that special night when I was allowed to worship my Mistress. I wish I could play with my cock and these stockings now, it would feel a little bit as if She were around but that´s impossible because Mistress has the key for my chastity device and I won´t see Her for another two weeks. Alas no pleasure for me, just work.

September 6, 2012

Today I gave a presentation to a few clients. My laptop has changing backgrounds, so every couple of minutes another image appears. I have a ton of pictures there that show randomly. Amongst those there are some photos of my Mistress, all of them work-safe of course. I hooked up my laptop to the beamer so my desktop was displayed on a huge screen on the wall, some 3 meters wide and 2 meters high or so. Well, you can imagine what photo came up first. Correct, one of the images of my Queen, projected enormously big for everybody to see.

September 13, 2012

Today Mistress and I had another session in Her Prague dungeon. At exactly three o’clock I ring the bell and a few seconds later the door opens. Mistress looks striking wearing a tight leather corset and a very short skirt (both garments I bought for Her), together with a pair of extremely sexy knee length leather boots and, of course, black stockings. I follow Mistress into the main dungeon area. She starts speaking to me in Czech and says that we will do the entire session in Her native tongue. Well, this is going to be hard for me although I definitely like the idea.

I’m instructed to strip naked as She sits down on a comfortable chaise longue. Next Mistress points to a rug in front of Her and tells me to kneel down there. She puts a heavy metal collar around my neck. I now see how She picks up a plate with slices of banana on it and places it on the floor. I just love it when Mistress feeds me, so I smile in anticipation. The banana slices are crushed under the sole of Her leather boot. She lifts Her boot again and says: “Lick the sole clean, slave!” Excited I lean forward and start working on the assigned task. When I´m done Mistress inspects the sole and, satisfied, picks up some of the mashed banana with Her elegant fingers. I open my mouth and let Her feed me. It feels so nice.

After the plate has been cleared, Mistress gets up and tells me to follow Her to the rack. I’m instructed to lie down on my back and secured with ropes. Mistress puts on a pair of soft leather gloves with a beautiful chain detail. She starts touching my body with Her leather-clad hands, concentrating on my nipples and face. My cock is not accessible because it is locked in a chastity device. Mistress lets me sniff and kiss the gloves and I even manage to briefly suck on Her fingers. This is such a tease.

Mistress asks whether I would like to have my CB taken off. “Of course, Mistress”, I reply, slightly shaking in anticipation. Mistress brings Her handbag and spends quite a few minutes rummaging in it. She even starts taking things out of it and putting them on a small table. I hear my heart beat loud. Did She lose the key? Impossible, She must have it somewhere. I ask Her in Czech. “Nevím” (I don´t know), Mistress says and giggles. Eventually She finds a small leather purse and takes the key out. Naturally I expect Her to release me now but She´s got a better idea.

“Slave, we have to talk about your most recent mischief”, Mistress has now switched back to English. The terrible thing is, that I don´t quite remember what that mischief is. Mistress is annoyed by my lack of memory. “Last week, you attended your client´s funeral and instead of paying respect to the deceased, you were looking at women´s high heeled shoes and stockings. You wrote about it in your diary. Do you remember now?” Mistress doesn´t sound amused. “Yes, I do remember now”, I confirm, deeply ashamed of my offensive behaviour at the funeral. My only excuse is that I had been without any sexual release for almost 3 weeks that day and I simply failed to control the nagging thoughts.

Mistress picks up a rather interesting-looking device. It is a long stick with a pointy roller at the end of it. She proceeds to move it all over my body. It´s scary. While doing that She talks to me to make sure I understand the severity of my offence. Suddenly She bites one of my nipples. I squirm. She squeezes the other one with Her delicate fingers. Eventually She picks up the key to my CB and swiftly unlocks it. My cock is finally free after being locked up for so long. I feel delirious. Mistress takes one of Her gloves off and gently runs it over my now fully erect cock. Next She slaps it a few times, still using the soft glove. It doesn´t really hurt, it actually feels very pleasant.

Now Mistress unties me and makes me bend over the rack. My wrists are clipped to the O rings at the right side of the bench, a leather cube is placed under my knees and my ankles are tied up together as well as to another two O rings. Mistress brings a cane and soon makes me feel sorry about my misbehaviour. She takes short breaks between the hits, so I can regain my posture. The caning is getting heavier and heavier but I try to keep quiet. The blows are now so hard that I really can’t hold still anymore. I wiggle my arse and it’s getting more and more difficult to keep my legs on the cube.

After what feels like ten minutes Mistress eventually stops and unties me. At this point I actually think that the session is over but I´m mistaken. Mistress attaches a piece of rope to the metal collar I’m still wearing and pulls on it. I follow Her as She leaves the dungeon area. I feel confused. Where is She taking me? We are now in the hall, to the left is the staircase and in front, a bit further, the kitchen, but Mistress opens a door that is right next to the stairs. I had never noticed that door before. It is completely dark inside but She switches the light on and we walk in.

It is very damp and quite cold in here. There are tiles on the floor and the walls are made of red bricks. I realize it is a cellar rather than a room. I notice a few O rings in the walls. All my limbs are swiftly secured to them. I am standing with my arms lifted and spread and I´m facing the door. What will happen now? “I need to leave you here for some time”, Mistress says. I start trembling. “Why do you need to leave me here, Mistress?” I ask, really scared now. “Because it´s part of the session and besides, I have other things to do now”, Mistress laughs while attaching a Japanese nipple clamp to my left nipple. Then She switches the light off, closes the door and leaves. It´s entirely dark in here. What is She going to do now? Will She leave me here for long? All these questions go through my mind. In the distance I hear the clicking sound of Her high heels as She walks away and then it is completely silent.

After what must have been six or seven minutes the door reopens. Mistress takes the clamp off my left nipple and attaches it to the right one. Then She leaves me in the dark again. More time passes before Mistress returns. The door is now left open and although the light that is coming from the hall is not very strong, I immediately notice that Mistress took Her corset off while She was away and is now standing in front of me proudly showing off Her magnificent breasts. Her skin looks so soft and smooth. I´m dying to touch Her but my hands are still bound to the walls. She removes the nipple clamp. Pain rushes through my body, but Her beauty makes it very bearable.

Then Mistress comes even closer to me. She is wearing very high heels and I am standing with my legs spread so She´s taller than I am at this moment. My mouth is at the same height as Her breasts are. She lets me kiss them. I don’t think I have ever seen a woman who had such beautiful breasts. Hers are firm, nicely shaped and just the ideal size. In one word perfect.

After a minute or so She takes a step back and drips some nice smelling oil on my cock. Her gentle hand massages my throbbing penis and the oil makes the sensation very slippery and intense. Soon I ask my Mistress for permission to cum. She kindly approves and once again I am allowed to worship Her erect nipples. I close my eyes and finally earth-shatteringly climax. It seems to last forever. I’m totally drained both literally and figuratively. The only thing I can say at this point is: “Thank You Mistress”.

**Please note intimacy or my nudity is NEVER part of my professional services and as such cannot be expected or demanded**

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Gift of the day

These gorgeous leather heels were delivered just a moment ago… I’m loving them!

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