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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

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“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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