From B.´s journal – part 2

August 17, 2012

Today I have to work in my garden because I plan to sell my house soon. Mistress decided that I should buy a new home and I really appreciate how She gave me the final push, because I had been thinking about doing it for a while myself. Images of shackled slaves labouring for beautiful leather-clad, whip-wielding ladies relaxing below large parasols went through my mind while I spent almost two hours digging the trench. Pfff, I think I need a break!

August 18, 2012

When I washed my hair this morning, I realized that I’m still not fully used to its new length. About two months ago, Mistress ordered me to go to the hairdresser and have at least half of my ponytail cut. I actually quite liked it the way it was, but I went to the hairdresser anyway. Of course I went, I mean, how could I have refused? I asked the hairdresser to cut off about 10 cm. When I saw Mistress the following month in Prague, She inspected my hair. I noticed that She didn’t seem very impressed so I suggested that She could, of course, also cut it Herself. I probably didn’t realize what would happen. Last week, just before we had to go to the airport, Mistress said that She would cut my hair at that very moment. I’ve surrendered to Her completely and trust Her blindly with my body. She owns my body, so it is Hers to do with it as She pleases and I’m totally comfortable with that. I gave Her a pair of scissors and a comb. She sat down on the sofa and had me kneeling in front of Her with my back towards Her. I tried to relax. I felt how She used the comb. Then She started cutting. It felt totally different than at the hairdresser´s where they take strand by strand and gradually cut all the hair. No, my Queen just took all of my hair in Her hand and cut it all off almost at once! She laid it on the couch and put my hair in a ponytail. I reached to the back to feel it with my hands. It was really short now. There was nothing I could do about this. This is what you get if you surrender to a dominant woman like this beautiful Princess.

When I finished in the bathroom, I checked my emails. Mistress sent me a link to the Andrew Blake website. She has been sending me these links to her favourite erotic movies the last couple of days. I asked Her if I was allowed to watch them, and She approved of that but also warned me: “It will be very frustrating to do so while you are wearing the chastity device.” I tried to watch one of the movies of Bleu Productions, but it made me so incredibly horny that I had to turn it off after a while. I just couldn’t take the frustration and besides, I can spend my time watching erotic movies or I can spend it  working for my Mistress. I’d better do some work for Her. In another email Mistress told me that I would get the key for my chastity device back only after I had finished writing a report about our stay in Residenz Avalon that we visited earlier this year. This report is really long overdue. Next Tuesday I’ll be seeing Mistress again in Brussels, but I’m afraid I won’t have time to finish the report by then. I also have to write in this diary on a daily basis. “It would be a shame if I couldn´t release your cock next week because then you would have to wait till September,” She wrote. I’ve been in chastity for about a week now, but it feels as if it has been much longer.

Later I needed to go to the downtown. When I turned the car engine on, the thermometer showed it was 36 degrees Celsius [96.8 Fahrenheit] outside. That reminded me of last week when Mistress and I went out for lunch and it was also warm in the car. The AC didn´t work as fast as my Princess demanded so she took off Her shirt and was sitting next to me wearing just a white lacy bra. A very nice sight, I can assure you. There was a man cycling in front of the car. He noticed my beautiful Mistress in her sexy lingerie and almost fell off his bike. After he regained his balance, he couldn’t stop turning his head. Well, I have to give it to him, the view was amazing. I had trouble keeping my eyes on the road myself. This Woman has enchanted me to the point that I just can’t do anything anymore without thinking of Her.

August 20, 2012

Today marks the last day before I see my Queen again. Tomorrow at around 18.30 I’ll be waiting for Her at the airport. She will arrive just before 19.00. I always like to be at the airport very early for Her as I am well aware of what would happen if I let my Mistress wait. I called the restaurant Mistress had chosen for our dinner on Wednesday. She told me to make a reservation for “a discreet table upstairs” . Hmmm, I thought, a discreet table upstairs,that sounds very interesting! I immediately recalled the dinner we had about a week ago in my hometown. All the other guests were sitting outside, so we had plenty of privacy in the restaurant. By the time Mistress ordered dessert I was as meek as a little lamb, literally melting in Her hands. She had been teasing me the entire evening, slowly progressing to ever more intense torments. It started with the way She looked that night. She wore a tight dress that accentuated Her slender figure and sexy curves perfectly. Her legs were clad in beautiful black stockings and She was wearing a satin garter belt. Earlier that night I’d humbly knelt before Her and clipped the stockings to the suspenders myself, then I gently put the high heeled pumps on Her lovely feet. I looked up and saw Her beautiful knickers. I wanted to sniff, touch and taste those inviting panties but Mistress stopped me right away when She ordered me to bring Her jacket. She looked so perfect, as always. Her hair was beautifully styled and She wore just the right amount of make-up. I’m always enormously proud to be allowed to walk next to Her.

So there we were, sitting in a quiet restaurant, my stunning Owner opposite me. Almost immediately She started touching my legs with Her feet. When the waiter approached us, She sunk Her sharp heel deep into my crotch. I was trying to keep my face as neutral as possible, but this was getting more and more difficult every second. I looked over at Mistress, She looked back at me without showing the least sign of what was going on. I managed to order some wine and the waiter fortunately left. Her foot stayed in my crotch and She commenced conversation as if nothing had happened. During the course of dinner, She kept teasing me by playing on every possible trigger I react to. There are a few and Mistress somehow knows them all. She teased me with the things She did and the things She said. She teased me with Her beautiful hair by stroking it and rubbing it softly in my face. This drives me mad, I just love long, beautiful, shiny hair. She knows this, and She knows it makes me weak. The reader must have noticed when I described My Mistress´ outfit for the night that, indeed, She did not wear a bra. After some time She said to me that apparently the conversation wasn’t sexy enough because Her nipples weren´t erect. I didn’t quite know what to say, but She didn’t even give me the chance to think and started touching Her nipples with Her nicely manicured hands. The shiny long finger nails rubbed over Her dress and almost immediately I could see Her nipples starting to push their way through the fabric. As if I wasn’t horny enough as it was, She drove me even further into pure ecstasy.

After the main course my Mistress ordered a chocolate bomb dessert for Herself and I was allowed to have some fresh fruit. I tried to relax a bit, the entire evening had made me extremely hot. Don’t forget that I was, of course, also wearing my chastity device. Mistress just loves keeping me in chastity it seems. After I took a bite from my dessert, I had to look at Her again. I just couldn’t stop it, She has got me so hooked on Her. I could have known this of course, but didn’t realize it until it happened. You know what they say about women and chocolate. Well Mistress is no exception, maybe She even sets the example. Oh my, I don’t think I have ever seen anyone eat in such a sexy way. She enjoyed Her dessert like nobody else could. It was such a hot sight, that I couldn’t eat anymore myself. She first drips some coffee sauce over Her dessert, then slowly slides the spoon through the huge chocolate truffle on Her plate and brings it to Her mouth without rush. Just before She opens Her mouth She looks at me with daring eyes. My eyes find Hers and they are locked in. She slowly wets Her lips with Her tongue and then opens Her mouth, just far enough to let the spoon enter between Her luscious lips. Her lips slowly curl around the spoon and as Her nerve endings register and transport the delightful taste to Her brain, She slowly closes Her eyes to enjoy the sensation to the fullest. Her hand pulls back so the spoon slides between the now sealed lips. Her lipstick is in high contrast with the shiny silver spoon and as the spoon leaves Her mouth, She opens Her eyes again and looks straight at me. Although this moment probably only lasted a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity. Totally hypnotized by this captivating moment, my brain had stopped working completely. I had absolutely no sense of time and space at that point. Later on while talking to the waiter I realized I had been dripping heavily through the openings in my chastity device throughout the evening. Just before we left the restaurant Mistress touched my crotch with Her hand to verify that I was indeed as wet as I claimed to be. I hope noone else noticed!

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