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Holidays with a toyboy slave

Where do I start? I had such an amazing time with my sexy Middle Eastern slave this month! We spent six days together, half of the time in Prague and the rest in Berlin. We had some nice meals and of course I was taken shopping in both cities. In Prague I was pampered with a visit to my favourite spa where I decided to get extra naughty and treat us both to a Romeo and Juliet couple massage combined with rose petal bath. Drinks, candles and fresh fruit that we fed each other with – if it sounds romantic, it was! The massage was from heaven and we could had easily spent the whole afternoon in the bath. Nothing makes you feel quite as royal and spoilt as this treatment.

On Wednesday the slave and I flew to Berlin. This was already our second holidays together but actually the first time we travelled with each other. I did not expect much more than the usual airport nuisance but I was wrong. From the first minute the slave took great care to ensure I had everything I needed – snacks, drinks and, of course, fun. He did his best to relax me on the flight by putting headphones with calming music over my ears, his muscular arm served as a comfortable head rest and he was being silly kissing my feet and hands on the plane (and later on in taxi) which was just irresistibly cute.

When we checked into our apartment, my charming toyboy slave was put to work immediately – tea was prepared, clothes were ironed, feet were massaged. We then went out for dinner and on the way back the slave made sure urgently needed cosmetics was found and purchased. I was amazed.

The next day after lunch we had a session scheduled in the famous Avalon studio. We got a well equipped room with a prison cell that turned out to be perfect for us. After some warm up torture on the bondage rack the slave decided to challenge me – something I already experienced in our last session we had in Dubai last year. I was impressed with his courage and his overall attitude. Once he was locked up in the cell, I took the key out of the room thinking about all the teasy scenarios I could now explore. Little did I know my young, fit slave would manage to escape from the massive cage within a couple of minutes. Was I having a session with a talented escape artist? It was clear I had to try harder so I made N. wear bondage mittens that were then attached to the bars of the cage in a rather complicated manner. The slave was made extra uncomfortable by wearing a collar with pins inside. Now the real tease could begin as I was wearing no panties – I previously used them to gag the slave who was being rather loud while being tortured on the rack.

What happened next I will keep private. Later on the slave was suspended by his arms and whipped mercilessly. Half of the time he was on his tiptoes and for the rest he was just hanging there with his feet in mid-air. I was totally amused by the time I was done with him, especially as he was encouraging me to make him as uncomfortable as possible. To calm the slave down I provided some aftercare / TLC at the very end of the session. We spent the rest of the day in the apartment where N. prepared my dinner and bath and of course pampered me with another relaxing foot massage. Later, when I was already in bed, he hand-washed my lingerie.

In the morning the slave was nowhere to be seen so I entered his bedroom quietly. This is always a very special moment when I wake my favourite personal slaves up. He opened his eyes immediately and jumped out of the bed to prepare my breakfast. He insisted on feeding me the banana I asked for by cutting it into pieces and putting them into my mouth one by one. We then did some sightseeing, had lunch and indulged in more shopping. N. later attended a business meeting which could possibly result in his relocation closer to me while I went for a swim in the hotel pool. When he got back I could see he was becoming emotional as we would be leaving the next morning, something he was actually anxious about from the beginning of our holidays. I did my best to reassure him I was counting on him for the future as he was seriously disturbed by the idea that I might get rid of him one day. We then fooled around a bit and the slave was granted the biggest possible privilege – to worship my exquisite body. As a souvenir he was allowed to keep the thong I was wearing that night. In fact he was so proud of the little gift he got from me that he was wearing it around his neck as a scarf the next morning. I love it how he´s always trying to make me laugh.

I am already thinking about our next holidays although it may be a few months before we will be able to meet again. That gives me enough time to prepare a D/s contract that I plan to give N. to sign.

Rose petal bath for two with drinks and fruit platter

My slaves know I like flowers

Feeding my slave snails in a Berlin brasserie

 

Birthday

It is my birthday this month! If you want to please me, simply get me an e-gift voucher here.

xx

Just some of the treats from K.

Thank you.

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.

MacBook Air

Yes, I am the woman who always gets what she wants. Some of the most amazing gifts I have got from my slaves include cameras, iPads, an iMac and of course this brand new MacBook Air!

SAM_2129Of course it was slave K. again who made my day!