It has been approximately 2 years since Mistress Arella last visited London. I have visited Mistress in Prague within that time but for me this is a rare and special occasion. This will be a flying visit for Her so I want to make the most of the precious time to impress Her enough, to show I am worthy of being given a slave contract.
During the weeks leading up to the visit I have been looking at ways I can serve Mistress Arella better and to prove I am 100% serious about being Her life long slave. I recently received an email from my Mistress saying that one of the ways I can improve is by giving Her a credit card. Without hesitation I agreed to this and quickly made a phonecall to Barclays to have Mistress Arella authorised to use my Platinum credit card. They asked me a lot more questions than I expected. I felt guilty when they asked me how we were related, I sheepishly answered She was my girlfriend. Instantly I felt as Her slave, I should not place myself in such a privileged position, but if this was the only way to get a credit card for my Mistress, this had to be done. Mistress later approved on this to my relief. The credit card will be handed to Her during our next session.
To be owned by Mistress Arella is my biggest ambition in life, to be an owned slave would give me purpose, it would give me pride and yes it would make me feel special. I know how strict my Mistress is with all Her slaves and how high Her standards are. Any slave given the opportunity to serve Her (even on a one off occasion) is instantly put in a very unique and privileged position. At one point I realized it would give me the greatest pride to be branded with Mistress Arella’s initials. I suggested to Mistress this is something I would really like to do, to show I belong to Her as Her slave. We originally discussed being branded with a branding iron, I even ordered one with the initials MA online, but after Mistress had carried out some research, She advised me that a tattoo would be the best option. I said I would be more than honoured to have a tattoo of Her initials on me and I would like Her to choose where the tattoo should be placed on my body.
Four days before Mistress’ visit I receive an email from Her telling me to buy some Dettol antiseptic spray for our session on Friday, this instantly gives me an erection as it starts my mind wondering what She has planned. The fact I have read this email whilst at my desk at work, means I will have to remain seated for the next 20 minutes until my erection subsides.
The day of Mistress’ visit has arrived, I always try to arrive early at the airport, however due to it being a Friday the traffic is more busy than usual so I arrive with minutes to spare. The anticipation starts to build as I sit there waiting for Her to arrive. As She walks through the arrivals gate, She glides across the floor, to me everyone else standing around Her is a blur, the only person I can see clearly is Mistress Arella and She looks so beautiful and so radiant. Compared to everyone else She looks like a Hollywood superstar. We walk to my car which Mistress has not seen before, it is a new Jaguar and I hope She will be pleased with it. She takes a photo of the Jaguar logo, so I believe the car meets Her high standards.
On arrival at the the hotel things start to go slightly wrong, the hotel has not reserved me a parking space and there is nowhere to park locally so we decide for Mistress to check in to the hotel whilst I try and find a parking space. After 45 minutes I finally arrive at the hotel.
When Mistress opens the door, She is wearing a very sexy leather dress and knee high leather boots. She looks amazing. The session begins and I am told to remove my shirt, but keep my jeans on. Mistress asks me to order Her some food from the room service menu, whilst I am on the phone She places a slave collar on me.
Mistress asks me to give Her the credit card I have promised. I decided to make it a special occasion by placing it in a Thank you card where I wrote how honoured I was to be giving the credit card to Her and how important and what it means to me to be Her slave. I think She was pleased with that little extra effort.
Mistress then tells me to give Her a pedicure and foot massage. I remove Her leather boots to reveal Her beautiful feet. Since serving Mistress Arella I have grown to love Her perfect delicate feet and toes. I am told to attend a foot massage course as my massage skills are not up to Mistress’ standards. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, it is the room service. I am without my shirt on and with a bright red slave collar around my neck, but Mistress tells me to answer the door. The waiter walks in and asks me to sign a form. He doesn´t look shocked at all and in many ways it feels normal to me and it gave me a bit of a rush. I have never experienced public humiliation like this before, but I could grow to like it and I could see the potential for Mistress to have a lot of fun with this.
Now that the food has arrived I am told to strip naked, Mistress asks me to make Her tea and then I´m instructed to iron Her clothes. Ironing is something I will need to improve on if I would ever be considered to be Mistress Arella’s house slave.
Mistress turns the discussion to the slave contract I so deeply desire. She has printed 2 copies of a contract and I am told to read each requirement. I am eager to put pen to paper as I feel I can achieve what is required of me. Mistress needs to sign the contract as well to make it official, however She says She may or may not do so tomorrow. This is heart wrenching as I am now thinking She has teased me with the contract showing what I could have and now it is going to be taken away from me. Knowing Mistress Arella as I do, I think I always knew the signing of the contract would not be a straight forward or easy process. She wants to see Her slaves work for this honour and possibly beg, which I am fully prepared to do.
The conversation turns towards my tattoo. Mistress starts to draw Her initials all over my body with a dark red lipstick. After some deliberation She decides that I shall have Her initials tattooed just above my cock. I have said wherever She chooses the tattoo to be on my body I will accept. This tattoo will be done during Her next visit in June. It could have serious implications on my marriage, but I am willing to take that risk to lead my perfect life serving my perfect Mistress.
Now it is time for my punishment. Mistress asks me to hand Her the antiseptic spray I was instructed to buy. My hands are placed in leather mittens and secured behind my back, a blindfold is placed on my eyes. I can now feel Mistress spraying the antiseptic on my cock and balls. I know this could be a very painful experience. I feel a small prick on my cock and realize She is placing needles through the skin of my cock and my ball sack. This may sound as if this would be a very painful experience, but with Mistress Arella’s expertise it actually feels enjoyable, even erotic. She removes my blindfold and l look down to see approximately 10 fine needles inserted into my genitals. Mistress then starts to use an electrical bat on my body, the type you kill insects with. It gives an electrical zap each time it comes in contact with my skin. Mistress focuses on my cock and balls as well as arse and thighs. It is more painful than the needles.
This week I bought Mistress some new leather restraint belts. She puts these to use by restraining me to a chair. My legs are fastened together, as I still have the needles in my cock and balls, this presses my thighs against the needles, causing me some discomfort as the needles dig in further. Mistress then places a leather hood on my head. I cannot see a thing and it is also hard to breathe as the air holes are tiny. Mistress proceeds to place nipple clamps on me and She canes my thighs. I am securely restrained so I have little choice but to accept any punishment Mistress feels fit to give me. After about 15 minutes I am released and the session ends. I am told to return to Her room at 9.30am the next day.
I arrive early on Saturday morning, I have been up since 5.30am as I wanted to avoid the London traffic. I arrive at 8.30am and decide to get some food before our session. I knock on Mistress’ door at 9.30am as requested. Again She looks beautiful, She is wearing a black figure hugging top and a very sexy red skirt that shows off Her figure and sexy bottom perfectly. Mistress Arella is beautiful in Her photos but to appreciate Her beauty fully you need to see Her in person. To think in half an hour such a beautiful woman will be torturing me in a dungeon makes me feel very privileged.
For our dungeon session today Miss Mighty has kindly allowed us to use Her well equipped dungeon. To make use of all the equipment I think you would need a couple of days of sessions as there is a large variety of equipment.
Mistress instructs me to strip and to choose some implements for Her to torture me with whilst She goes gets changed into Her outfit. When She returns She is wearing the shortest latex skirt I have ever seen with sexy stockings and a very sexy black corset. She asks me to lace the corset up for Her. I spend 5 minutes struggling with this task and Mistress is getting annoyed with me. She tells me if I cannot complete this simple task I will not be given the slave contract. With this in mind I eventually succeed and I hope I have not ruined my chance of the precious slave contract.
Mistress then secures me to a whipping bench, She tells me She is not happy with me, there are many things I have done to upset Her so I struggle to work out which is the specific reason. She says it is the debt I have which She did not approve, I should have consulted Her before taking out a loan. She proceeds to cane my arse and thighs, this is very painful and I know will produce some welts on my body. At the beginning of the session I picked out a few clamps for Mistress to use on me. I did not think She would use them all at the same time but Mistress takes great delight in attaching each clamp to my balls, probably about 10 in total, and on top of that She attaches some weights. Also placed on my body is an electric shock device, this sends a powerful electric charge through my balls, again this is very painful.
Already I can tell this session is going to be a lot more painful than the one yesterday. I am now secured to a St Andrews Cross, my wrists are too thin for the straps so Mistress secures me by my biceps with my hands secured behind my head, my legs are spread wide and also secured. Mistress attaches some clamps to my nipples and places my cock in a spiky device after She sprays some Deep Heat onto my penis to intensify the pain. The pain is extreme. After about 5 minutes the device is removed leaving an imprint on my cock of the spikes.
Mistress then leaves the room and returns with the slave contract. She tells me I will not be given the contract today, my heart sinks and I could almost cry. She asks me why She has made that decision, I cannot think. Mistress is standing in front of me in a a very sexy outfit, her cleavage is on show and her skirt is riding up to reveal her sexy black panties. I am obviously being distracted by this, so Mistress decides to blindfold me so I can concentrate more. Even blindfolded I cannot think, she tells me that the contract is too lenient and does not have enough impact on my life. She then removes the blindfold again and proceeds to rip the contract up in front of my eyes. I feel devastated, but I agree with Her decision. I do actually want a contract that impacts my life, so I hope at a future date Mistress may give me an opportunity to sign a more demanding one. I think She would be pleasantly surprised how far I am prepared to go, but I will have to wait to see if She believes in me.
Later I am told to kneel, my legs are spread apart and Mistress places a humbler on my balls. It gives me great pleasure knowing that Mistress has me in such a vulnerable and submissive position. She then shows me a ruler that has the line of the Kings of Scots written on it. Unfortunately history is not a strong point of mine as Mistress soon finds out. For every incorrect answer I gave to Her questions I receive a whack on my balls with the ruler. I now realise I should have taken more notice in my history classes at school, this may have prevented my balls being tortured later life. Surprisingly I was not warned about this when I was at school.
In the dungeon there are some military hats, Mistress asks me to choose one and She places it on Her head. Again she looks stunning, She looks like a Military commander ready to interrogate me. I am secured on a suspension device and my arms are raised high above my head. Mistress asks me how I intend to sort out my finances and how I intend to make extra money so that I can serve Her better. During the interrogation my cock is whipped, this makes me realise there are a few things I need to sort out in my life. I feel the interrogation is beneficial to me and maybe regular interrogation sessions will benefit us both. The session is coming to an end and I am told to tidy the dungeon whilst Mistress takes a shower.
After lunch it is now time to drive Mistress to the airport, this is the saddest time for me as it means saying goodbye but I know She will be back soon as we plan to celebrate Her 10 years as a pro domme in style. She will return to the UK where I will spoil Her with a luxury hotel break.
As Mistress prepares to leave through the departure gate, it is at this point there is a short silence where I hesitate, as all I want to do is give Her a big hug and a kiss on Her cheek. As a slave I am not sure if this is appropriate so I say goodbye and walk away with a tear in my eye.
What this visit has done for me is reaffirm the importance Mistress Arella has in my life, my desire to be owned by Her is stronger than ever. The more control She has on my life the happier I am. I see great things ahead, I just need to remain focused and know that Mistress Arella has belief in me.