Do I need to say how delighted I was to receive these two special gifts – one from each of my personal slaves?
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.
Personal slavery certainly has very bad name amongst us pro-dommes and I know of very few colleagues who even entertain the concept.
This is very understandable as people applying for the position of a personal slave often have at least one of the following goals in mind:
1) get free sessions (possibly in return for some sloppy housework)
2) ego-booster (by getting to know a renowned pro-domme)
3) ambition to become a pro-domme’s boyfriend, lover, husband, sex slave
4) other agenda (e.g. desire to earn money off the pro-domme by starting some sort of business or project with her)
To invest time and efforts into a wannabe personal slave is simply not worth the trouble for the majority of pro-dommes.
Unlike many of my colleagues, I have been more optimistic about the potential of individual hand-picked personal slaves probably from the very beginning of my femdom career. However, it was not until 2012 that I found my “perfect slave” – generous, fun, obedient, intelligent and keen to please in many, many ways. If it sounds too good to be true, it was. The impressive package came with initially not so openly advertised romantic agenda, that the slave himself later called “Master plan”. The “Master plan” was really just a strong ambition to get married to an elite domme. That ambition did not materialize and the great chemistry we had for a couple of years eventually dissolved into frustration on both sides followed by my decision to call it the day.
I do not really mind if my personal slaves develop feelings for me (and they all do sooner rather than later) as long as there are no false expectations whatsover. I like my life drama and guilt free. My current D/s arrangements are somewhat less intense than the previous one but in the long term run feel a lot more satisfying. I know the slaves serve me because they think I´m worth their servitude both as a domme and a person, not because they hope to “own” me one day through marriage, exclusive romantic relationship or otherwise. It gives me great peace of mind. That being said, they both did exhibit some degree of jealousy and / or posessiveness on a couple of occasions but those were short-lived isolated incidents that are not worth writing about.
Occasionally the clients I session with ask me what it takes to become my personal slave. Often, they are those who happen to have massive foot fetish. When I start explaining all the various numerous ways in which my slaves serve me, the client seems to be very surprised indeed. I believe it is mostly the femdom videos that are to be blamed for those mens’ misconception.
If you also wonder in what ways exactly my slaves have served me, get inspired below.
Financially – gifts, sponsored trips, holidays, photo-shoots, fine meals, spa treatments, credit card etc
Butler duties, house work
Contributions to this website in the form of Journal entries
Personal service – foot massage, pedicure, manicure etc
For all sessions tributes are naturally collected even though the slaves are not considered clients.
If you are very sure you have what it takes, you can apply for the position of my prospective personal slave by email. Be ready to chat on Skype first and obviously tribute for my time is required.
It all feels really different all of a sudden. The dynamics is totally off as I don´t feel like dominating B. anymore. I also don´t feel like talking to him on Skype. When he asked me what I wanted to do during his visit this month, I said that it was up to him. That is so unlike me as I always like to decide.
He noticed that I hardly share any news with him these days.
I made the hard decision not pursue the relationship with B. anymore. We should probably talk about our problems and try to fix them but it´s difficult as we are spending very little time together these days. In the past the slave used to work on various projects but since the beginning of this year he has been working for one company full time. That makes it impossible for him to come to Prague as often as he and I would like to and I´m getting bored, frustrated and demotivated in the meantime. He accepted the decision without much fuss. How very grown up of him. Deep inside he probably felt relieved that he would get the opportunity to look for an exclusive female led relationship, something he longs for but I am unable to provide.
It has not sunk in yet.
I met the ex slave a few times since January. The first time I signed a new legal contract in which I was giving him my half of the property back. The other times he brought me a few things from The Netherlands and I helped him order some furniture for his flat. We also had lunch on one occasion. I think it was then and there when I realized that although I still enjoy his company a lot and he can make me laugh so easily, I am not especially interested to be his friend. It´s weird and wrong but I still feel like I should lead and guide him. I guess old habits die hard.
When I tried to explain that perhaps we should not see each other again as I found it upsetting, the slave somehow reacted to it more strongly than to the actual break up. I can´t really get my head around it. Maybe he felt I was rejecting him not only as a slave but as a person too but that was not the case. I was just desperate for us to move on.
Although genuine sadness followed our break up, I do not regret the decision as it eventually resulted in some extremely positive developments in my life. A few months after we split, I adjusted my life priorities and made a major personal decision that helped me grow as a person and move forward. I also realized that although in theory everyone is replaceable, people don´t really need to be replaced at all. When someone considered special is gone, you just learn to appreciate others more. By “others” I mean people, who would otherwise unjustly end up as no. 2 at best as they would never be given the chance to live up to their full potential. You open your mind, the universe takes notice and rewards you in ways you never thought were possible.
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.
Recently B. and myself signed a purchase contract on a large flat that is located in the greater center of Prague. It will be mostly financed through mortgage that he secured from a local bank. The slave has another mortgage on the house he lives in in The Netherlands and also pays rent for his office but we don’t travel, shop or fine dine as much as we used to so it should work out financially just fine I think.
As I already mentioned, we are much more settled down nowadays. We still have a lot of fun together but the relationship is not fueled by sessions and mind games so much anymore. In 2012 we often met twice a month, occasionally even more often than that. I very strongly felt that the slave would have had hard time to manage without me. Now it feels different. We meet every 5-6 weeks on average and there have not been any crying episodes for at least 18 months now. Although I generally don’t like needy men at all, B. never came across as needy or manipulative even when he was a complete mess emotionally. You just see people differently if you respect them I guess.
In any case the relationship still feels pretty strong. I can’t imagine that the slave would let me co-own his property if he was not sure about us, especially considering I am not financially participating although I have invested a lot of time and efforts to make this happen, from checking offers to going to viewings, translating at bank, communicating with estate agents, gas company, electricians, furniture sellers, insurance company, setting up direct debits and standing orders etc.
Shortly after the contract had been signed, I moved some of my stuff in. “Welcome to your new home, Mistress”, the slave said and handed me a bunch of keys. We knew I would not live there permanently but would visit whenever B. was in town and of course had the liberty to be there even when he was away if I needed to or wanted to.
The slave and I spent whole week together in The Netherlands this month. That is very unusual as we typically only spend a long weekend together every 6 weeks or so these days. B.´s parents went on holidays and they wanted him to house-sit their villa. I´m not sure but I think it was even their idea that we stay there together. It was very kind of them to allow me to join B. in any case, especially as they have never met me.
The slave picked me up at the airport as he always does. We hugged and headed to the parking lot. It was about half an hour drive to the village where his parents live. B. showed me around the modern ground floor first. I noticed fresh flowers in a vase in the kitchen. He usually gets me some. Allegedly I am the only woman he has ever bought flowers for. He really knows what to say to make me feel special. Next we headed to the basement where there was a good size swimming pool. I could not wait to take a dip. We moved upstairs where B. showed me my bedroom and bathroom. Everything was prepared for me by B.´s mum including towels and toiletries. Wow. I was impressed.
The slave had just replaced his no longer reliable Alfa Romeo Brera with a newish Toyota GT86. He has a black one while mine is metallic orange. Unfortunately that made money even tighter than before so we ate mostly in and focused on free or affordable activities such as museums, outdoor photoshoots, swimming in the pool etc. However, the slave suggested that we go to a huge fashion outlet one day. Probably not the best idea given the circumstances. Fortunately he did not spend a lot of money there as I only liked one shirt.
B. had put a lot of efforts into organizing the photoshoots. He asked a well-off friend of his if I could pose with his Maserati and Cesna. I was excited when the friend agreed. As slave and I talked about this upcoming photoshoot, I joked that perhaps I should make his wealthy older friend my sugar daddy. B. and I have very similar sense of humour and we always get each other´s jokes. Apparently not this time as he was afraid I might be serious! WTF?? I sometimes say I have made the wrong choice and, in fact, should be dating B.´s father or brother as they both have higher salaries than B. does. Interestingly, he never thought I might mean that.
From slaves K. and N.