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From K.´s journal part 7

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.

 

On personal slavery

From Mistress´ Diary part 4

Around the time I broke up with slave B., two new wonderful personal slaves found their way into my life. They are different age, nationality, ethnic background and have different family status as well as the overall lifestyle but one thing they do have in common – both grew extremely devoted to me over the time. Naturally, there have been a few disappointments along the way as one would expect in any relationship or personal arrangement. What really counts, though, is that things have progressed very well with both of them lately.

My English slave K. decided to prove his loyalty by offering to get a brand of my ownership anywhere on his body as per my preference. This is something I haven´t explored with any of my slaves yet and I instantly felt intrigued.  The slave is now looking into various designs and he should get one of them tattooed later this spring. The kinkiest bit actually is not the tattoo itself but rather the fact, that K. is married and this obviously WILL have consequences for his marriage.

The other exciting news is that K. has just ordered a Platinum credit card for me. It will be handed to me personally in a few weeks time, probably as part of our next session. This does not only make me feel so spoilt, it naturally gives me some extra power over my slave. Something I genuinely thrive on.

My Middle-Eastern slave N. is not married but is limited by his very demanding job. His major ambition is to eventually relocate to Europe so that he can be closer to me and serve me better. By the time this happens, we should be able to meet in between his work projects, possibly as often as every two months. N.´s way of servitude is extremely self-less. He stood out of the crowd already the first time we met when he impressed me with the largest tip I had ever received from anyone in a session. The other mind-blowing thing about N. is that he will happily serve and treat the people I love just to please me. This is very rare because there´s nothing sexual or kinky about it. It´s pure servitude at its best.

I am very curious about what´s coming next in my D/s arrangements and whether there will or will not be any new personal slaves accepted this year. As all of you know, the bar had been set high and hardly anyone is given the chance to become my owned slave.

From Mistress´ Diary part 3

August 2014

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.

September 2014

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.

April 2015

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.

CONCLUSION

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. 

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 8

October 15, 2012

I am only allowed to read a couple of femdom related websites these days. Mistress told me some time ago that She didn’t want my mind to be poisoned by all sorts of extreme ideas. She prohibited me from viewing any bdsm content (websites, books, movies) without Her explicit prior approval. Recently Mistress hinted that She might ban one of the few websites that I was still allowed to visit. I wasn’t happy about that first but this morning I realized that the fact that She wanted to take away something from me was more important than the actual value of reading that particular website. This made me decide to voluntarily give up on reading it. It will give my mind more space and time to concentrate on my Owner and my Owner alone. So no more personal femdom related blogs from now on, except, of course, the one written by my Goddess.

November 10, 2012

Tomorrow is our first anniversary, so I have decided to invite my Mistress for lunch at a three-star Michelin restaurant here in The Netherlands. It is called De Librije and it is about an hour drive from my home town, Utrecht. My Mistress is very fond of fine dining and so am I. We share quite a few likes, preferences and hobbies, which is what makes us such a good Mistress – slave couple. We arrived early so we had a cup of tea in a nearby bistro; or rather, I should say, Mistress had a drink and I went to found a proper parking space. When I picked Her up, I paid for Her tea and, before we left the cosiness of the café, I made sure Mistress was wearing Her fur ear-muffs and leather gloves as it was chilly and windy outside. I feel it is my responsibility to make sure She´s comfortable at all times. When we entered the restaurant, we were rather impressed by the classy ambience. We enjoyed a very nice starter of crayfish and shrimps but then Mistress excused Herself to the restroom.

When She returned back to the table, She was in a very strict mood. “Why didn´t you tell me that there was a bit of lip gloss on my nose?” She asked in an irritated tone. I didn´t know what to say. Obviously I had screwed up again. In the meantime the main course arrived. Her strictness all of a sudden disappeared as She dipped Her index finger into my beetroot sauce, made a dot on my nose and burst out laughing. “Now you will need to sit like this till the end of the lunch”, She informed me, completely overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation. I accepted the punishment as I always do, but fortunately Mistress grabbed a napkin after a minute and wiped the sauce off my nose.

Mistress and I always have a lot of fun when eating out. Recently we visited a very nice fish restaurant in Amsterdam where Mistress forced me to eat a tiger prawn´s eye and had a good laugh over my comments how crunchy it was. My Mistress can´t stand boring slaves so I do my best to keep Her entertained in any way possible. When we arrived back to Utrecht in the afternoon, Mistress decided to get changed into casual attire and pay a visit to a local adult store. She thought it would be a good idea to make me get a penis extender and instruct me to have sex with Her while wearing it. That way She would get pleasure while I wouldn´t feel anything. We didn´t really find what we were looking for but the shop owner asked me to come back the following week to check new stock so I put it on my “to do” list. This list contains tasks that were assigned to me by Mistress.

November 11, 2012

Today I was cooking for my Mistress while She was sorting out my clothes. Unfortunately, the scallops were watery, the plates were cold, the salad dressing was reduced to plain vinegar, and the salt cellar was missing on the table. I´m afraid all this will be added to the list of offences, that contains my mishaps and mischiefs. I get punished for most wrong-doings in the sessions but Mistress also tells me off each time I displease Her. We also planned our trip to Berlin in 3 weeks time. We will spend one night in Residenz Avalon, followed by another two nights in a beautiful hotel apartment that Mistress has chosen. We are very thrilled. Three weeks is a long time though, so fortunately we will also meet at the end of next week. I find it very difficult to cope when Mistress is not around, so I´m now even considering relocating to Prague to be closer to Her. I am completely enchanted by this magnificent Woman. I think She has placed a spell on me.

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Client from hell

A few years ago, I was unfortunate enough to come across a client who makes my blood boil till this day. Not permanently of course, but each time something or someone reminds me of him. The first time we met for an extended session, he seemed reasonably nice and charming. He gave me the expected tribute, we had a drink and a pleasant chat during the rather enjoyable session that was mostly foot worship related.  Although he was clearly topping from the bottom, he was not rude or over the top pushy so I did not see a reason why make fuss about it.

After the session, we stayed in touch by email and a few weeks later he decided to book a whole weekend arrangement. At that point it was already clear to me that although he was referring to himself as a “slave”,  he was not even submissive. However, many clients we dommes see are not truly submissive (some don’t even pretend to be), so it was hardly a reason to turn him down.

I booked a dungeon suite for which he paid the required deposit.

The day we were supposed to meet he was running late and sent me a text message to inform me about it. I thought I would iron the clothes I brought with me for the weekend in the meantime, as it seemed pointless to be staring at the wall for 10 or 15 min. When he eventually arrived, he noticed the plugged in iron and told me off for not being ready for him. I gasped. Next he started removing numerous diamond rings from his fingers. He was running a diamond emporium he told me the first time we met. Few seconds later he looked at my feet and started scolding me again, this time for having too short toe nails (sorry, they break sometimes – even Goddesses are just people) and not wearing the right nail polish. He asked for baby pink. I was wearing metallic baby pink. Apparently, huge mistake. Today I know I should have called the dungeon owner and asked him to remove the man from his property for being disrespectful, then I should have left myself. Or the other way round. Alas, I was less experienced back then and trying to be as professional as possible, determined not to ruin the client’s experience even at the cost of the (significant) discomfort he was causing me. I think I was also embarrassed about getting such a moron client and not very keen to involve other people in what would apparently escalate into a huge argument, most likely with the client requesting a refund of the dungeon rent deposit. I thought I could still handle him.

Instead I suggested to get the nails redone at the nearby mall. He agreed and decided to accompany me. Unfortunately on the way back I realised I left my phone in the dungeon which meant I did not have the door code on me. I almost panicked at that point. If the dungeon owner was out, we would never get back in again. Needless to say, I was fairly stressed out by then. Fortunately the dungeon keeper let us in. The client asked me if he could spend the night at my feet although the deal was that he would sleep in the cage. I refused. We were about to start the first session of the weekend. Probably because I was so stressed out, I forgot to ask him for the tribute. He certainly did not volunteer to give it to me either. After the session he was sort of dozing under my feet. At some point I decided it was getting totally beyond my control and I’d rather ask him for the tribute than risk that I would not get any.

Oh my. You should had seen his reaction. Again he scolded me for “rudely” and “inappropriately” interrupting his enjoyment. Next he informed me that he had no money on him  (clearly not true) so I told him he would need to go to the cashpoint. He asked how much it was anyway and I told him that we agreed he would pay the same hourly rate as last time. Angrily he informed me that long sessions tend to come with a discounted rate to which I responded that it was too late to try to negotiate a more favourable rate in the middle of the arrangement and suggested that he checks our email conversation or perhaps my website where the rate was stated. He was not willing to do either, instead started shouting at me that he was no “cash cow”.  It was impossible to keep calm any longer so I shouted at him back that noone forced him to book two days with a Mistress. He could had booked a few hours instead if money was an issue. There were many other things said that night. He decided to cut the arrangement short, which, frankly, was the only reasonable option considering how negatively we both felt about each other by then.

He gave me a few hundred pounds and asked me to get him a cab, which I did. While waiting for the car, he started collecting his diamond rings and even attempted a friendly chit chat. I asked him if he was serious when he invited me to visit him in Australia during our first session. He said he did not mean it just as he did not mean to be my real slave. Basically he was just role-playing the whole time, feeding me all kinds of bull-shit that was turning him on, never bothering to warn me it should not be taken literally. Unsurprisingly, I was extremely relieved to see the guy go.

It was the worst experience I have ever had with a client but you know that saying “What does not kill you makes you stronger”. Which it did actually. At least in terms of my profession.

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