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From Mistress´ Diary part 2

July 2014

A few days ago slave B. and I had an argument. The true is that he just wanted to talk while I freaked out. He’s generally a calm person and I’m the exact opposite. He brought me new iMac, a late birthday gift that he could not afford to buy back in April due to other expenses he had at that time.

I wanted to rewrite our Mistress-slave contract to motivate the slave to help me earn my own money rather than give it to me directly in the form of regular tributes. He could achieve this through referrals and advertisements he would place on my websites, some of which would need to be built from scratch.

Unfortunately the slave was not interested to sign the new contract as he wanted to cancel the tributes altogether and immediately despite of the fact that he never completed any of the projects he was assigned in December 2012 while we were on holidays in Portugal.

I know he’s generally quite busy with work but I also know that often it is time mismanagement rather than anything else. When I first started training him, some of the session reports he was supposed to write for me were seriously delayed. At the same time he was seeing his ex girlfriend relatively often. That time could had been spent working for me. I could come with other examples like this but the point was already made. To be fair, he has done a lot of work for me over the years, including having built a few websites for me, promoting my services, book, writing the Diary and much more. One cannot expect people to always deliver, not even when those people are slaves.

However, what do you do, as a Mistress, when the slave decides to make his own rules all of a sudden? If that happens with a new slave, you just dismiss him. What do you do when the slave has been serving you very well for a few years and you have grown to like him? That is a horrible situation, one that has no solution. I have always seen the power exchange element of our relationship as the most important one, very closely followed by the extraordinary connection we seemed to have from day 1. No doubt some of the connection is linked to the power exchange itself but not all of it is. Even when we do nothing femdom related, it is still there.

The second part of the argument was also money related. The slave scolded me for having spent too much money on his credit cards recently. Although I have full access to his bank accounts, I have never actually logged in and we have not talked about his budget as much or as often as we should have. Typically I would only use the card to pay for books and cosmetics, but I did feel the need to buy some clothes and shoes for the new flat as I wanted to avoid the hassle of packing / unpacking and having to travel with a suitcase each month, taking the risk that something might be missing when needed. In the hindsight, I should had just coped with it for a few months and buy it later. In the hindsight, he should had politely asked me to stop using the cards for a while once he felt there was not enough money available. I would had understood. 

When B. asked whether we were having a professional relationship, I just lost it. I could not believe how insecure he was. I’m a short fuse person and I just ended up throwing both credit cards at his feet. I thought it was all escalating in a really bad direction so I told him to take his credit cards and the expensive birthday gift he just gave me an hour ago and to leave my house. He was somehow reluctant to leave but I assured him that we would meet the next day after I had the opportunity to calm down. Eventually he left. The iMac and the credit cards remained in my house.

The true is that it was the slave´s idea to give me the first credit card, online banking details etc. I say: Don´t give a person a box of matches to play with just to call “Fire” later. Metaphorically speaking, I could had burnt the whole house down if I wanted to. 

Some of the frustration I felt and still feel was related to the fact that the slave´s servitude is not as consistent anymore as it once was. Things like a bit of promotion on Twitter take hardly any time and are clearly beneficial for me. There was almost none of it recently. I also realized that we don´t chat on Skype very often anymore. On top of that, B. generally acts far less submissive towards me these days than he did in the past. Clearly, he is not as motivated as he used to be. I also feel that he acted too judgmental towards me without having acknowledged what had gone wrong on his side.

I almost forgot

to mention another birthday gift I got. It´s a top quality suitcase that also happens to be huge so I´m totally ready to travel with all my kinky stuff now! Thanks A.!

I was also given some gift cards – again much appreciated… xx

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From B.´s journal – part 10

December 14, 2012

Ok, that was a bummer. I arrived at the airport too late and missed my flight to Prague. Fortunately I was  able to book another one for the same day. Mistress and I were supposed to meet in my apartment but because of my delayed arrival She ordered me to come straight to the restaurant that She booked for our dinner. Over the meal Mistress scolded me mercilessly for being so hopeless when it comes to time management and for wasting Her money on the expensive airticket I had to buy to get to Prague at all. She had me trembling during the entire dinner. I didn´t know what to do or say anymore. She really has a firm grip on me mentally. She kept looking at me with Her piercing eyes and I felt weaker every minute. “It seems that you don´t really care, slave”, was one of the things She said to me, but that is really not true. I can´t describe what I feel for Her and I care even more about being allowed to serve Her. My world would end if She ever dismissed me. Even the threat that I am no longer Her number one slave makes me go crazy. Maybe that is what people call jealousy?

Tomorrow morning we will have a session. Mistress told me that She originally had a very pleasant scenario in mind, but some severe punishment will nevertheless have to be included because of how I disappointed Her. I felt, and still feel, so bad for failing Her today. Fortunately we are going to Portugal for Christmas and I will have an entire week there to show Her how devoted I am to Her. There will be no distractions, just me serving Her in any way She sees fit. I am really looking forward to this, not only because I can show Mistress the true slave I really am, but also because I can then finally only focus on Her and Her needs. Now I have too many distractions from work.

Still shaking and completely mentally broken I followed Her to pick our coats up. First I helped Mistress into Her black jacket. She was wearing red blouse, that makes Her curves stand out perfectly and a pair of elegant black trousers. I really like that distinguished look. The high heeled boots made Her just a little bit taller than I was so that way She looked even more dominant. Then our coats were brought. My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I saw how the black mink was draped around Mistress´ slim body. Oh my, the collar of the coat is very, very thick and almost reaches Her cheeks. I was already meek as a little lamb, but the sight of my Mistress standing next to me wearing this marvellous coat almost made me fall to my knees. The way Her perfectly smooth and pale complexion contrasts with the dark mink fur… How Her wonderful, long and shiny brunette Hair lusciously falls over the fur of Her coat… I literally bent my knees but She noticed and urged me to stay on my feet. What a magnificent image! My Goddess, towering over me, enchanting me with Her beauty, power, wisdom and knowledge. It seems there is nothing else for me in this life than serving my Owner.

December 15, 2012

Just a few more meters and I will arrive in the dungeon. It is not even 10.30 in the morning, but from all the stress from yesterday I am totally awake and very alert. All of a sudden a thought crosses my mind. I am not that alert after all, how could I forget??? Mistress ordered me to bring certain props from the Netherlands. I had done that, of course. Yesterday before I went to bed I put everything in one bag and placed that bag on the table in the apartment, to make sure that I wouldn´t forget to bring it to the dungeon. In a flash I see the text message Mistress sent me this morning to remind me not to forget. Oh no!!! I press the knob of the bell with trembling fingers. Yesterday I missed my flight to Prague, and now She will probably have to change the scenario for the session, because I did not bring the toys She wanted to use. As I descend the stairways into the basement, I feel my courage sink to an all-time low. How am I supposed to tell Her this?

Mistress looks more stunning than ever. She is wearing thigh high black boots with very high heels. I look up a bit more to discover that She is also wearing a red latex mini-skirt, black underbust corset and a cropped black top that makes my mouth start watering the moment I notice Her sexy cleavage. We enter the main chamber and I tell Mistress what had happened. She is far from amused, but doesn´t lose Her temper. Without hesitation She orders me to climb on the bondage chair. I always bring my own cuffs because my wrists are very thin, but because I don´t have them this time, Mistress instead attaches ropes to both my wrists and ties me up to the chair. She comes closer to me. I have a perfect view of Her magnificent body that is now being accentuated by the tight latex clothing She is wearing. She leans over a bit and exposes Her sexy cleavage. ”Today I will do things to you that you really don´t like”. Mistress says while pinching my nipples and gently squeezing my balls and cock. I am getting really horny but I also wonder what it could be that I really don´t like, because I actually like everything Mistress does to me, however cruel or brutal it might be.

She grabs a small bottle and sprays some of its content onto my now fully erect cock and also onto my balls. “Oh no”, I utter. This will surely be a very unpleasant punishment. I have only ever told Mistress one thing I really don´t like and it seems that this is exactly what is about to happen to me now. With a daring look in Her eyes, She pierces the skin of my cock with the first needle. I have had really bad experience with this type of play. Back then it was done with regular sewing kit needles. They were sterilized in a flame so not only were they very thick, they were also really hot and not sharp enough. The woman pierced my nipples with several needles and also stuck some really deep into my cock and ball sack. I remember passing out from it. In goes the second needle. “You see how good it is that Mistress knows about the things you hate. How else can I punish you? If I cane you, you will actually enjoy it”. With these words my Mistress pricks the next needle into the foreskin of my cock, and another one. The feeling is actually not bad at all. These needles are very thin and I have to admit that it feels quite nice. I breathe out from relief. This is nothing like what I had experienced before. I know I can trust Mistress with my body entirely, but She did really frighten me for a moment.

After a few minutes Mistress removes all the needles from my cock and ball sack. I shall thank Her for removing the fear of needle play from my psyche. Mistress informs me that I will be in chastity until at least next week, when we go on holidays to Madeira. I know that recently I have miserably failed Her many times, but staying in chastity all this time is so frustrating. It has been two weeks now, which is not too long, but you have to realize that Mistress keeps teasing me on a regular basis, so I am constantly horny without getting any release. I was hoping to be allowed to cum this weekend, also because it is my birthday today, but I am well aware that I don´t deserve it. I am now instructed to work on Mistress´ jacket. There is some kind of fluff coming out from the lining. She hands me the garment with a pair of scissors.  It takes me a bit of time to clean the entire thing and when I say that I think I´m ready, Mistress points out that I forgot to do the sleeves. I swiftly finish the task.

Mistress now tells me to get a collar from the rack at the wall. I pick one but that one is not to Her liking. I crawl back to get another one. This one seems to be too large. Finally I choose one that fits. I kneel down in front of the chair Mistress is sitting on and She places the collar around my neck. Humbly I lower my head and stare at the floor as She does this. From the corners of my eyes I see how She gets up from the chair. Her high heels tick firmly on the stone dungeon floor. Mistress now ties my hands together behind my back with a strong leather strap around each wrist. Next Mistress attaches a rope to my collar and says: “We are going for a little walk. Would you like it if I took you outside like this?”I always find it really hard to answer this type of questions. Images flash through my mind where I see us walking in the snowy streets of Prague. My Mistress, who is wearing Her warm fur coat, pulls me on a leash behind Her. I am totally naked, except of the collar around my neck and the leather straps that keep my wrists bound tightly behind my back. This image turns me on immediately. In my mind I feel so proud to be shown to the world like this but I don´t really dare to admit this to Mistress. I´m always afraid that She will think that my ideas are too perverse or extreme so I struggle with the answer. “I thought you didn´t have any limits, slave?” She asks me. Yes, She is right. I don´t believe in limits, at least not in limits that the slave can come up with. Mistress is the judge of what is acceptable and what is not. In a couple of minutes it becomes clear that we are not going outside but that Mistress will once again lock me up in that dark, damp and cold cellar. She makes me stand with my legs spread apart so they almost touch the walls on both sides. My hands are still secured behind my back and now Mistress also ties my ankles to the rings in the wall. I can move my body, but can´t move my feet anymore, so I have to be careful not to lose balance and fall. Without saying a word, Mistress switches the light off, closes the door and leaves me behind in the pitch black darkness.

I have no idea what is about to happen and all kinds of thoughts cross my mind. A few minutes later Mistress returns. She is holding a flashlight that She points right in my face. The cell is otherwise completely dark so I can hardly see Her. “Last time, during interrogation, I forgot to ask about your Master Plan, slave”. Ai, now it is going to get serious. I always teasingly tell Mistress that I have a Master Plan, but honestly, there is actually a lot of truth in it. I do have quite a few ideas about what I would like us to accomplish and what should happen in the future, but I always keep it a bit of a secret. Partly because I like to tease my Owner, but mainly because I´m afraid to tell Her certain details. “Tell me! What is the Master Plan?!?!”Sometimes I think that Mistress have had military training, because She can be so fierce when She really wants to get some information out of me. I stammer a bit but then tell Her about one of the main goals I have. “I would like to unleash Your full Goddess potential, Mistress. I think there is a true Goddess inside You and I would like You to become Your true self and live like the Superior Queen You are”. There, that was not too hard but I didn´t say anything about my own role in this plan.

The bright light of the flashlight keeps stinging in my eyes as Mistress continues to interrogate me. “Tell me more!”, She orders in a very assertive tone. Anyone who has ever met Mistress knows what that sounds like. How can one refuse Her when She commands you like that. Well, I persevered and said that I was really afraid to tell Her, because She would find it ridiculous. She comes closer to me and says: “I will help you a bit”. Her hand first starts squeezing my balls and the next minute I feel a very sharp pain in both my arms. Mistress attached two tiny but extremely severe clamps to my skin. “You know that eventually you will have to tell me anyway, so you might as well do it now”, says Mistress. I feel that I am starting to become emotional. I have such an intense feeling of love and devotion for my Mistress, it is unreal. I had already told Her about my feelings towards Her some time ago. I try to utter the first words as my eyes become watery. I am afraid that if I tell Her this, She might reject me or disapprove.  “Mistress, I would like to marry You.” The words are out, and so are a few tears that are now dripping over my cheeks. “Nice!” That is all Mistress said while removing the terrible clamps from my arms. “Really? I was afraid that You wouldn´t approve of that Mistress”, I reply. “Well, I have no control over your feelings, slave”, She responds. But actually She does. She controls me in every way thinkable including my emotions. She can break me with a few simple words or gestures. Mistress subsequently unties my ankles and I am to follow Her to the hallway.

There She instructs me to take off Her high black boots and stockings. The latex skirt is also removed and so is the corset. There is a zipper at the front of the little top Mistress is wearing and She tells me to open it. Her gorgeous breasts pop out from under the tight latex. Eventually I am even allowed to remove Her undies. She is now standing in front of me completely naked. Her beautiful body is towering over me as I am kneeling on the floor, folding Her latex clothes. “You will now wash me, slave”, says Mistress. Wow, I am actually allowed to wash the sexy body of my Goddess! I am allowed to touch Her naked skin! We walk towards the bathroom. I humbly kneel down in the shower, open the tap and make sure the water has pleasant temperature. Then I carefully wash my Owner´s entire body. The body of a Goddess is like a temple and so is my Mistress´. Her skin feels so incredibly smooth and soft. I gently touch Her breasts, slowly I move downwards to Her belly, next I rinse Her back, Her beautiful bottom, superior legs and dinky feet. I take a towel and very cautiously and gently dab all the water from Her skin. Afterwards I help Her get dressed.

We head to the Old Town to have lunch. Afterwards Mistress wants to show me the fur store where She and Her new slave bought that magnificent mink and fox coat She is wearing right now. For me it is hard to keep my eyes off Her but while walking I notice that almost everybody who approaches us looks at Mistress with amazement. Both men and women are completely blown away by Her appearance. She looks stunning clad in the furs. Mistress tells the shop assistant that we would like to look at the coats. They have an amazing collection there. Mistress notices a knitted rabbit fur jacket with fox trims. She wants to try it on. Automatically I reach for Her coat and handbag. She doesn´t have to instruct me on these small details, I always try to be there for Her at the right time. I watch Mistress with anticipation as She is putting the jacket on. The moment the fur wraps around Her body, something changes. Mistress gets a different look on Her face and radiates royalty, superiority and divinity even more than usual. I look at Her and immediately think that She must have this garment. It suits Her just so perfectly. I try not to show my enthusiasm and ask Her if She likes it. Of course She does so I buy it for Her. This is the second fur coat Mistress got within a week .

**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 9

November 22, 2012

When Mistress accepted the key for my CB more than half a year ago, She would first only lock me up when we were together. On a couple of occasions She would hide the key somewhere in my house before She left for Prague again. I would start looking for it in the next days. Once I found the key, I was allowed to use it and unlock the chastity device. The third time Mistress actually took the key with Her. At the airport She even showed me that it was in Her purse. I remember being glad about that, because She had saved me a lot of frustration that way. She could have just let me look for it for a couple of weeks instead. These days I am locked up almost constantly. It´s hard to ignore the fact that I am not in charge of my own cock anymore. When I walk, I hear the sound of my Prince Albert piercing tapping on the edge of the tube, when I go to toilet, I have to take extra caution. In the morning the pain of my morning erection wakes me up.

Recently Mistress had sent me a few of Her videos to work on. She wanted me to make short clips out of them and upload them on Youtube. Before I could make the clips, I had to watch the entire footage of course. I had never seen my Goddess in a video before so was surprised how much I got turned on by it. She is so beautiful and the way She is in the videos is the same as She is in real life. She does not act at all. When I think about being able to masturbate two weeks ago, I now kind of regret that I did it. It may sound strange, but being reminded of how nice it actually feels makes it even harder not be able to do it now. Somehow by allowing me to get the occasional release She has got me even more frustrated, because then I am simply more aware of what I´m missing. Actually it would not be that bad if I was not constantly turned on, but I am very aroused, even if She is not around. Sometimes it crosses my mind that She is having all the pleasure She wants without any restriction and I fantasize about Her having sex with other men.

Besides the fact that it will take another week before we meet again, I am also not too sure if Mistress will actually release me this time. I have made quite a few mistakes recently, some of them major. All the offences are kept in a document Mistress and I share, so there is no chance She will forget about them. She also told me that She noticed how I work a lot harder for Her since she started locking me up for longer periods of time.

November 30, 2012

Residenz Avalon Berlin

“Do you know what time it is, slave?” Mistress asks me. I have no clue. “It´s 7.30 am”, She says. Wow, that is really early. It´s a good thing that I was put to bed early last night. Mistress is already fully dressed and wearing make-up. “Go and take shower, but hurry up, you have got only ten minutes. Afterwards you will prepare breakfast”. Mistress commands me when we arrive upstairs. Just as I exit the shower and start drying myself off, I hear a bell ringing outside the bathroom. Next Mistress opens the door and tells me that the time is up. I quickly put on my collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, make a fire in the stove, prepare tea and put the breakfast on plates. Mistress got changed in the meantime and now looks very hot wearing a black leather top and a pair of ultra-short leather hotpants that accentuate Her wonderful, round bottom. Her slim legs are covered with fine fishnet tights. She sits down on a chair while I humbly kneel besides Her and hand Her the cup and plate. Mesmerized and amazed I struggle to take my eyes off the Mistress.

After breakfast I´m instructed to take Mistress´ bag and follow Her to the school room. I am still struggling to learn the Czech language so She will now test my progress. I feel tension building up in my naked body as I stand there opposite my fully clothed cane-wielding Mistress. Her dominance radiates from every cell of Her body. She grabs a piece of chalk and starts writing various sentences on the blackboard. I have to translate them. I also learn a few new Czech words such as “to report”, “hell” and “to confess”.

Next I follow the Goddess to the basement. I suspect we are going to the confessionary but instead Mistress takes me to a small alcove and ties all my limbs to the rings in its walls. As soon as I´m totally immobilized, She shuts the door. I´m always a bit anxious about what Mistress will conjure out of Her bag full of torture implements. I have the feeling that this time will be particularly tough for me. My thoughts are interrupted when the door reopens. I look down and see how Mistress slides something over my rock hard penis. Is that? Oh my god, She is holding a scalpel! The blade is scratching my member and I get really terrified. I start trembling. I try to move away so that She can´t cut me, but I´m too late and I see a small drop of blood on top of my penis.

What is She doing? How far will She go? I am always the one saying that there are absolutely no limits, but does that mean that She will actually? I´m having trouble keeping my thoughts in order and get more frightened every second. Mistress forces me to confess to Her, but speaking is even more difficult than thinking at the moment. I stammer and stutter and eventually manage to tell Her that I had spent some of Her money on a new navigation system for the car without obtaining Her permission first. The sharp blade scratches my erect penis some more and I see another small drop of blood appear. It slowly travels down the shaft and forms a red line. I am completely helpless and at the mercy of my Owner.

Mistress urges me to confess more and I now tell Her that not only did I spent Her money on something for myself, I also wasted a lot of Her time by watching pointless YouTube videos. All my free time is supposed to be spent working for Mistress. Mistress is very displeased to hear this confession and threatens to make a real deep cut now. “I am so sorry, Mistress”, I plead.  Mistress drops the scalpel and instead grabs a lit candle from the chandelier. She moves it really close to the head of my pierced cock. I can feel how the metal ring is now getting hot. In fact it burns like hell. Mistress moves the flame away for a few seconds but then repeats the act of torture a few times more. A bit later She unties me and orders me to follow Her. Speechless, broken and meek as a little lamb I humbly walk two steps behind Her.

We arrive in another room where Mistress lifts my arms and secures them to some chains that hung from the ceiling. Slowly I come to my senses but have no idea what is about to happen. In the corner of my eye I see how Mistress picks up a single tail whip from Her bag. She disappears from my view and takes position behind me. The first couple of times She hits me very gently.  She lets me get used to the feeling first. However soon the warming up phase is over and the blows start to become harder and harder. Mistress reminds me how I disappointed Her. I know I have to be punished. Every stroke of the whip leaves a red mark on my bottom and legs. I feel really sore. Fortunately Mistress takes a short break at some point and comes back into my view. She is now top-less and is teasing me with Her magnificent body. My eyes are almost popping out from their sockets.

Then the blows to my buttocks start again and become ever harder and fiercer. I notice I´m now really starting to get into the pain. The taste of the whip is now pleasurable so I spread my legs further apart and lift my arse to invite the blows. “Legs together and stand straight”, commands Mistress. Apparently She noticed my enjoyment so She increases the force even more. It hurts really bad right now. I try to keep my voice down and stay calm. Then, at last, Mistress says it is enough. I think this was the toughest beating She has ever given me. My entire arse and upper legs are swollen and covered in dark stripes and bruises. She unties my hands and I thank Her for punishing me. I am grateful and once again follow Her as She heads to Her bedroom upstairs. Every time I enter this wonderful red room, it strikes me what a difference there is here in Avalon between the beautiful room for the Lady and the damp, dark cell for the servant. Mistress comfortably lies down on the bed and I humbly kneel on the floor. I am once again given the extraordinary privilege to be allowed to pleasure my Queen.

**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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K.’s journal part 2

This is a belated blog post due to some health issues I have experienced, however despite being delayed I hope you will enjoy me sharing my experiences as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave.

It has been 9 months since I first met Mistress Arella and I can say it has probably been the most memorable 9 months of my life, you will know from my previous blog post that I am an experienced slave, however this has only been in limited sessions with various Pro Dommes, therefore I had never experienced the true feeling of being owned or feeling like I am a 24/7 Slave. Serving Mistress Arella has completely changed my life, I now feel owned and I am oncall to her 24/7 365 days a year if she needs me.

A good place to start with explaining how I serve Mistress Arella is probably with how I serve her when she visits London. You may think this starts when she arrives at the airport, however you would be wrong. Long before Mistress has arrived we need to plan a number of things for her visit i.e. accommodation, for Mistress Arella’s visit in March I offered to pay for the accommodation & flights in full, therefore I deposited the £600.00 (yes it is that cheap) into Mistress Arella’s bank account so that she could book suitable accommodation & the flights.

The next priority is to plan where Mistress Arella will be dining. For her visit in March I had the privilege of dining with her on 4 occasions. The restaurants all need to be booked prior to Mistress arriving in London, therefore it is my job to ensure all the restaurants are booked for the time requested by Mistress Arella. All the restaurants are fine dining venues of course.

As Mistress Arella had a couple of photoshoots arranged for her visit, I also arranged for a hair salon at a 5 Star hotel to cut & style her hair. I, of course, paid for this as her slave.

Mistress Arella also likes me to purchase some basic food items that she can enjoy in her apartment during her time in London. I normally do this an hour before Mistress Arella arrives to ensure all the food is as fresh as possible.

The photoshoots were mainly arranged so that she could model the leather items I had purchased for her in February, however Mistress Arella also wanted to model some lingerie, therefore I wanted to ensure she had everything she needed for the photoshoot. Mistress Arella chose some lovely items which I purchased for her.

You will see from the above that there are a number of duties I carry out as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave which I would liken to being a PA to a CEO of a company, that is the best way I can describe it.

I bet most of you who are reading this would think that it was all about me being whipped & caned and enjoying being dominated and humiliated by Mistress Arella. Well this is a real Personal Slave Position where a lot of the tasks you may see as menial. This is a part of my Personal Slave duties I really enjoy as it is making Mistress Arella’s life easier and that is what I want to do as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave.

So that is all the preparation done, it is now time for Mistress Arella to arrive. My day starts with excitement & anticipation as I know today is the day I get to serve Mistress Arella in person. I normally go to work until midday and then take the afternoon off so that I can do Mistress Arella’s shopping and be ready in good time to chauffeur Mistress Arella from the airport to the apartment. This visit is slightly different though as we have arranged for Mistress Arella to have her hair trimmed immediately on her arrival. I chauffeur Mistress Arella to a 5 star hotel which has a hair salon onsite. I wait patiently in the reception area until Mistress summons me in to pay the stylist. Mistress Arella is not happy, the stylist (a male & owner of the salon) has been rude & was not gentle whilst styling her hair. I can see Mistress is livid, this is her natural dominance shining through.

We decide to have a couple of cocktails in the Hotel Bar whilst we wait for the hotel restaurant to open. It is time to have a nice chat & relax a little bit after a day of travelling. When the restaurant opens we are seated next to a lovely water feature in an enclosed area which is nice as Mistress does not like to be in a noisy environment. We have a lovely meal and enjoyable chat. After the meal it is time to chauffeur Mistress Arella to her apartment. This is a 2 bed apartment in Chiswick and is up to Mistress Arella’s requirements. I help Mistress Arella in with her luggage and ensure she has everything she needs before I go home for the night.

As I get home I see Mistress Arella has sent me an email. She is not happy as she has been left a note saying that a gas man will call in the morning to carry out some checks. During Mistress Arella’s visit in February she was disturbed by the noisy trains which made it difficult for her to sleep. We had requested an apartment in a quieter area this time so that Mistress Arella could have a peaceful nights sleep.The fact that a gas man could wake her up did not please her. It was my job to phone the company to say that Mistress Arella did not want the gas man to call. They were rather difficult with this request and initially refused to cancel, however I advised them that if they did not cancel we would be looking for some type of compensation for the inconvenience. They immediately cancelled, to my relief. I would not want to disappoint Mistress Arella.

The next day I arrive to chauffeur Mistress Arella to her photoshoot, but prior to that we are due to have lunch at another Michelin star restaurant, again this is a lovely meal and I feel privileged that I am allowed to accompany Mistress Arella to lunch. She always has so many interesting stories and is not afraid to talk about being a Pro Domme in public. After lunch we make our way to the photoshoot. Whilst Mistress Arella gets changed into her leather outfit I pay the photo studio for the hire, I also speak to her photographer who is experienced in his profession so much so that he has had numerous photos in the media, some very well known. As a budding photographer myself it is interesting to pick up some tips from him.

During the shoot I am an observer, helping move props if required and ensuring Mistress Arella has everything she needs. I am also lucky enough to be used in some of the scenarios which is a lovely experience.

After a long tiring day for both of us, I chauffeur Mistress Arella back to her apartment and I make my way home.

It is Friday, today we have a lot planned, firstly a meal at an Italian restaurant followed by my first dungeon session with Mistress Arella & finally I get the opportunity to photograph Mistress Arella myself.

I will skip straight to the session. The dungeon was adequate for our needs, but even before we entered the dungeon I had to help Mistress Arella put her stockings on. I was struggling and could not get the clips to hold. Mistress Arella immediately slapped me in the face a number of times. I continued to struggle for what seemed like a lifetime, Mistress Arella slapped my face again a number of times and then was so angry she got out her cane & caned me on my bare bottom. The session had not even started and I was being punished.

During the session we tried a number of things, including me being strapped to a bondage wheel. Whilst strapped & helpless Mistress Arella gained great pleasure by putting on some boxing gloves and punching my balls a number of times until I was screaming in agony. Very enjoyable though. Mistress Arella also put me in a cage from which I worshipped her feet through the bars. Mistress Arella had a brand new whip which even she said may be too much for me, however she went on to whip me which resulted in a number of bruises on my bottom and thighs. Again very enjoyable. For the first time since August 2014, Mistress Arella allowed me some relief in a session, which was very kind of her.

After the session it was time for me to Photograph Mistress Arella in various outfits, mainly the sexy lingerie I had purchased. I was extremely privileged to be allowed to do this. We spent 3 hours taking a number of photos, a lovely experience for me. At the end of the photoshoot we were both so tired. It had been a long day and I think we both just wanted to get home and sleep. I chauffeured Mistress Arella back home.

Before I left for my home Mistress Arella handed me a bag full of her dirty lingerie, this included 3 panties, a bra, stockings & a negligee. Mistress Arella requested that I hand wash all these items & return them to her spotlessly clean the next morning.

As I arrived home I hurried into my house & prepared to hand wash these items. This was again such a privilege to be allowed to handle something as intimate as Mistress Arella’s panties. She knows I have a pantie fetish so she must have known what a tease this is for me. I delicately hand washed all the items ensuring that the panties were spotlessly clean, I gently massaged the water into the panties ensuring no area was missed. I did the same for the other items. I needed to dry the items quickly so I hung them in my bedroom on the dryer and decided to speed up the process by placing a heating fan near the dryer. To my relief all the items were dry by the morning. The lingerie I washed was extremely sexy, expensive & had been worn by in my opinion the sexiest woman on this planet. For a pantie fetishist such as myself this was my dream task. I’m glad to say Mistress Arella was pleased with the results so I hope she will allow me to hand wash her lingerie again on her next visit.

For me a lovely day and the highlight of her visit.

Saturday and it is the day Mistress Arella flies home. I arrive at the apartment early so that we can have a domestic session, these are every bit as good as a dungeon session, todays session involved me giving Mistress Arella a nail manicure, me being wrapped in cling film so I am completely helpless. Mistress Arella uses some fairly harsh nipple clamps on me, my cock & balls are tied with string leaving them very securely held in place. I am then laid on my back on the bed, still wrapped in cling film, my cock & balls are exposed for Mistress to torture, she uses a number of items including clamps, candle wax & even an electrical device to shock my cock. Mistress Arella then sits on my face, I am really turned on by this point and hope Mistress Arella will allow me to relieve myself. She doesn’t, instead the session ends, Mistress tells me to stay on the bed whilst she gets changed. She comes back in with the sexiest lingerie I have ever seen, showing off every sexy part of her beautiful body. If only I could relieve myself I am so turned on. Well maybe next time.

After the session we both get ready to visit a dungeon just to view so that Mistress Arella can use the dungeon on her next visit. The dungeon is full to the brim with all manner of torture devices. It was nice to go there and be introduced to the other Mistress as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave. It made me feel proud to be in this position and actually made me feel that I belong in this position, it just felt so natural.

Time for another lunch before Mistress Arella returns home. This was not without incident. On arrival at the restaurant we were seated next to a noisy group of people. Mistress Arella & I were trying to have a pleasant conversation whilst eating our starter. The noise from the next table meant we could not hear ourselves speak, to Mistress Arella’s obvious displeasure. Mistress Arella in a high voice made it clear she was not happy and asked me to arrange to be seated at another table. I spoke to the manager and he hastily prepared another table for us to move to. We were then able to continue with our meal.

It is always sad for me when I have to say goodbye to Mistress Arella at the airport. I know in this visit I have really been spoiled, I spent every day with Mistress Arella and enjoyed some wonderful experiences. Hopefully there will be many more to come.

There we have it my life as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave, I would not change it for the world, it is where I belong and where I feel most naturally happy. If you ever get the opportunity to be Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave or even just session with her, grab it with both hands as it is a rare unique opportunity to turn your dreams & fantasies into reality.

My next blog will explain how Mistress Arella saved my life…yes really.

New dress and boots

I was very excited to receive this bodycon Reiss dress earlier this week. Courtesy of slave K.

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Sub S. came with a great idea to swap a pair of worn boots for a new one. Irresistible offer.

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More lovely gifts are expected next week (branded ultra sexy leather leggings and a cool gadget).

Gift of the day

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

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Fine dining in Germany

Last week my most loyal slave and I went to Germany to play, shop, dine and relax. We had a few memorable meals while there and I think these pictures look rather well on my blog!

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All pictures by Mistress Arella – restaurant Juliette, Potsdam.