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Almost Christmas

Christmas is almost here! I enjoyed some shopping in Dubai with one of my personal slaves in November and yesterday this brand new iPhone 7 plus was delivered – courtesy of another slave of mine. Nothing to complain about! Anyway, keep the gifts coming, boys. You know how greedy I am, right? 😉

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Back from the break

This is a great news for all my fans! I shall be, again, available for real time appointments from the end of April onwards. However, I won´t be particularly time flexible, therefore it is strongly recommended that you enquire in some advance (1 week ideally) to avoid possible disappointment. Dungeon sessions with new clients / slaves will be a subject of an upfront deposit that can be paid anonymously. I can only make an exception for those able to supply verifiable references from another established pro domme. Hotel sessions of standard length (up to 2 hrs) will remain deposit free.

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Picture by charliepycraft.co.uk

Leather gloves

Two pairs of soft leather gloves were just delivered!

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Temporary retirement

Please note I am currently unavailable for real time appointments. I expect to be back by mid 2016 latest.

In the meantime, you can still serve me online.

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K.’s journal part 4

My First Visit to Prague
After a lot of thought I decided I should show my true devotion to Mistress Arella by visiting Prague. Mistress Arella had already visited London 3 times within a year. The last time being in March where I spent 4 days exclusively in her company which was more than I could ever dream of, but it was time to show Mistress Arella how serious I am about being her Personal Slave.

The decision to visit Prague is one I did not take lightly, mainly due to the fact I am married and for any married man to visit another country without their wife’s knowledge can be difficult and for some impossible. My planning for the trip had to be perfect. After a few email conversations with Mistress Arella my mind was made up, I therefore booked my flight to Prague.

This is obviously a high risk for me, but my desire to serve Mistress Arella is overwhelming, it is something I must do.

I shall take you back to a conversation I had with my wife a few weeks previously, we were discussing people who cheated on their partners, so I dropped into the conversation “How would you feel if I visited a Pro Domme, no sex involved just me being punished, whipped etc..?” She answered ” I would be devastated”. Obviously I do not want to hurt my wife but I know in my heart that I could never stop serving Mistress Arella and if it came to the choice of choosing between being married or being able to serve my Mistress for life, I would honestly choose serving Mistress Arella. That is what makes me truly happy.

This brings me onto the subject of blackmail, many slaves´ fantasy, but not one of mine. However, this did make me realise although blackmail has never been discussed with my Mistress, she does hold an amazing depth of power over me. If ever I really upset Her, she has my home address, telephone number plus a lot of other information including photos of me in her recent photoshoot. All this could be used to destroy my marriage. Like I mentioned this never needs to be discussed but we both know the power Mistress Arella now has over me.

Lets get back to the main subject, my visit to Prague. The anticipation had been building since I booked the flight ticket. I could hardly sleep the night before my visit, I had to be up at 5am to leave for my flight. Luckily the flight was on time and I arrived in Prague just before midday. I decided to have a quick snack at the airport so not to be too early for our arranged 2pm session. The taxi driver gave me a little fright when he almost dropped me off at another address, but we did eventually find the correct building to my relief.

I was early so decided to go for a walk, my phone was in my bag so I did not realise Mistress Arella had tried to phone me. I phoned her back and she said I could come straight away to the dungeon. On entering the dungeon Mistress looked her usual stunning self, dressed in a leather pencil skirt, white shirt and black stockings. Very smart, office type attire. Beautiful.

In my own fantasy I had hoped Mistress would say “I do not care if your wife finds out, you will be punished and marked severely”. That is my fantasy but in reality, I would never want my wife to find out. Luckily Mistress shows some compassion and says she will not mark me……much.

The session shall be 3 hours long and Mistress tells me to take a shower before we start. As I come out of the shower, in my boxer shorts, Mistress quickly tells me to remove them immediately. I am told to kneel in front of her and a collar is placed on me. I am secured to a cross and blindfolded, Mistress uses the new inflatable gag I bought for her, I am impressed with its quality and feel. She proceeds to attach nipple clamps on me whilst also whipping my erect penis. Weights are added to the nipple clamps and clamps and weights are also added to my balls. The few whip strokes I have already received have bruised my legs and my penis. After what seems like ages I am released from the cross, my arms and hands have pins & needles, but the blood flow soon returns to normal.

My ankles are attached to a bondage device that has an inbuilt, adjustable penis clamp. My cock is tightly secured in place. Mistress then uses the new leather arm binder as well as the bondage hood I recently purchased. The mask has a permanent blindfold and is padded around the ears.  I am now completely helpless, unable to see, hear or move. I am at Mistress Arella’s mercy. The hood is very hot and it is quite hard to breathe. I am relieved when Mistress eventually removes it and releases me from the penis clamp.

The next device to be used is a small table, it has a small circular hole in it, just enough space to fit my penis through. Mistress orders me to lay down underneath the table and place my penis through the hole. She then sits down on the table and reveals the new painful nipple clamps I recently bought. These are very large and are best placed on a slave in the lying down position. I can assure you they are extremely painful, so much that in fact my penis goes completely limp. Mistress looks disappointed as she wanted to administer some CBT to my fully erect cock.

Mistress then tells me I shall receive some flogging over the whipping horse. Due to the no marks rule, Mistress is fairly gentle with me.

I am later told to get up as I am now to be placed in the small cage, while Mistress places the bondage hood on me again. I crawl into the cage and Mistress locks the door. I can faintly hear Mistress talking to me, I believe she is sitting on the throne relaxing and having a drink, whilst watching me pathetically struggle to move in the cage.

I am eventually released from the cage and Mistress orders me to start kissing her shoes and feet. I have never classed myself as a foot fetishist, however Mistress Arella has such beautiful feet, I am fast becoming a big fan of them. I am told to kiss her legs as well, Mistress Arella has the most beautiful long legs and I do find legs one of the most attractive features. I could spend all day worshipping them. I am in heaven. Even more so when she removes her stockings to reveal her soft subtle skin, could this session get any better? Well yes, Mistress asks me to massage her feet & legs, this is what I was born to do, to serve and please my Mistress.

The session is almost coming to an end when Mistress spots some leather cuffs hanging from a chain from the ceiling. She decides to secure me to these for a bit of caning.

After the session Mistress tells me to clean all the equipment that has been used whilst she has a shower. I proceed to clean everything, as usual I make a few mistakes doing this part of the job which Mistress points out as she comes out of the shower. I notice she is dressed in one of the stunning dresses I had bought for her. She looks so beautiful, so hard to imagine that a woman who looks so beautiful & elegant can be such an amazing Pro Domme.

We are due to go to a fine dining restaurant, so I have a quick shower and we order a taxi to the restaurant. As usual Mistress´ choice of restaurant is amazing. The setting is perfect, the menu is appetising and we proceed to have a lovely meal and interesting conversation. The fine dining experiences I have enjoyed with Mistress Arella are truly out of this world. It is where I fully appreciate her qualities not only as a Pro Domme but also as a lovely human being, interesting, witty, just pure elegance & class. How can one woman have it all? Well, Mistress Arella does.

My time with my Mistress is almost at an end, her driver has texted her to say he is outside, my taxi is due shortly to take me to the airport. I feel sad to be leaving but this trip has confirmed to me that I want to be Mistress Arella’s personal slave forever. I just hope I can please her enough so she does not get bored of me. I long to do so much more to please my Mistress, I really will do anything she asks of me, I am going home feeling owned, happy and content in the knowledge that I have shown Mistress Arella that I am serious about my position as her Personal Slave and that I am reliable and can be trusted.

I cannot wait until my next visit to Prague.

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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 6

September 27, 2012

In the morning I went to the nearby Pret-a-Manger to get some food as Mistress had instructed me the day before. I was just putting everything on the plates when Mistress entered the living room and asked whether the breakfast was ready yet. I know that one of the major offences is to let Mistress wait so I hurried up. Even so, Mistress had to wait a couple of minutes. She was annoyed. After breakfast, Mistress wanted to check Her emails. I got my laptop connected and knelt down next to Her to be on hand. She then gave me very specific orders such as “delete the spams”, “open the next email”, “log me out” etc. Afterwards I had to go to my bedroom and do some more ironing. Mistress brought Her presents and sat down on the bed to unwrap them. I was peeking at Her in anticipation. First She opened the smallest package. It was a pair of black hold-ups with lacy tops. Next She unwrapped a hair shine spray and a branded hair straightener. Mistress always says I´m obsessed with Her hair and She´s definitely right. I could see She was pleased with Her gifts.

We still had some time left before the photo shoot was due so we walked to Cafe Rouge to have some lunch. Mistress ordered fish and seafood soup and I had to extract all the mussels from their shells for Her. I overlooked one but fortunately Mistress didn´t get angry. She simply asked me to open that one too once She noticed. When we arrived at the photographic studio, Mistress Morrigan let us in and my Mistress went to the dressing room to get ready. I carried a bag with Her outfits and boots. I wasn´t allowed to look at my Mistress when She was changing Her knickers. “But Mistress, I have seen it all”, I objected. “I know, slave”, Mistress laughed, “but I don´t want you to get distracted. We don´t have time”. She even covered my head with Her leather dress to make sure I didn´t look. I was ordered to assist Her with the rest of Her outfit though – hold-ups, dress, boots and silver fox collar. Mistress then quickly touched up Her make-up, bending over a bit. I couldn’t help but notice how Her perfect behind stretched the leather of the dress. Her luscious curves aroused me instantly but I knew there was no time to stare or even caress. We rushed to the main room that Mistress had booked for the shoot and, while the photographer was testing lights, I moved the furniture around a bit to ensure everything was exactly as Mistress needed it. I really enjoyed looking at Mistress posing for the camera. The shoot lasted almost 4 hours and most of the time I was just silently admiring Her beauty.

Half an hour before the end, Mistress asked me whether I had booked a taxi to take us back to the apartment. I hadn’t. No matter how hard I try to be the perfect slave to my Mistress, I always make some mistakes. Fortunately the driver arrived just in time so Mistress didn´t have to wait at the end but I was upset that I hadn’t thought of it in advance. After a pleasant dinner in an Italian restaurant it was time to worship my Mistress´ body again. This time She surprised me though when She asked for Her fox collar and boots. What a beautiful sight! Mistress was standing there completely naked bar Her silver fur that was covering Her breasts, and shiny stiletto boots. That night it felt like if we were literally made for each other.

September 28, 2012

This morning was not as relaxed as the previous one mainly because Mistress had a session scheduled for 11 am in Chiswick. After breakfast we took a taxi to the dungeon. It took ages to get there. The traffic in London is just completely mad at any time of day. At eleven we finally arrived at the dungeon. I helped Mistress set everything up and to dress up. Before I left, Mistress ordered me to be back in 70 minutes. While Mistress was busy with Her session, I went to the local pharmacy to buy something for my Mistress, then I spent the rest of the time sitting in a café and updating Her Facebook profile. I thought I had left the coffee shop just on time, but I was apparently wrong. When I heard the air raid ring-tone that Mistress had on my phone, I immediately knew I was in trouble.  Mistress was already waiting outside and when I finally arrived, She immediately slapped me hard on both cheeks. I didn’t know Mistress could hit with such great force, which meant I had really pissed Her off this time. I was 10 minutes late, She said. After lunch in a nearby Greek restaurant we went back to the dungeon. It was now time for my session.

As Mistress was getting changed again, She noticed that one of the straps of Her leather dress was wrongly done so it looked uneven. The problem was that She not only wore it like this for the previous session but for the photo-shoot as well. On both occasions She had to dress up really fast so there was no time for closer inspection. I really don´t know how this could have happened. Mistress keeps this dress at my place in The Netherlands so I am fully responsible for its state and condition. Recently I’d arranged for the zip to be exchanged. Mistress complained that the tailor did really sloppy work which was true. That only added to Her frustration. Finally the session was just about to start. First Mistress secured me to a bondage wheel. This took a while because a large number of straps had to be fastened. Then Mistress clipped a lead to my pierced cock and sat down on a swing that was hanging from the ceiling right in front of the wheel. Each time she moved back on the swing, the lead tugged my piercing ring. It was fascinating because She was causing me pain without doing anything specific. She was just sitting, holding the leash and giggling.

After a while Mistress fastened the leash around my neck. That way the cock was stretched all the way up and Mistress got great access to my balls. She grabbed a leather strap and spent the next few minutes spanking my testicles. That made me squirm from pain. When I almost thought the CBT part of the session was over, Mistress approached me with a long electro prod and soon there were vicious sparkles hitting my genitals. I was seriously scared at this point so I tried not to look at the device.  When Mistress eventually released me from the wheel, I was ordered to climb onto the spanking bench. Within a couple of minutes all my limbs were tightly secured and I was expecting my next punishment with great anticipation. My legs were spread apart so once again Mistress had great access to my balls. She squeezed them with Her hand and firmly pressed Her knee against them. Soon I felt something softly touching my buttocks, back and legs. I didn´t know what it was until I felt the first blow on my bottom. It was a leather single tail whip. I knew my Mistress was really fond of these whips so I worried that She might go quite far this time.

I don´t know how long She was whipping me but what started as painful but still moderate punishment was soon transformed into a real ordeal. I tried to move my ass away from the whip but of course there was no escape. Each stroke was harder and louder. I was in agony. All I felt was the sharp pain and my Mistress´ enjoyment. It was almost tangible how much She enjoyed using the whip on me. When I thought I couldn´t take it anymore, Mistress suddenly stopped. It was such a huge relief that I spontaneously started kissing Her beautiful bottom at the first opportunity. I felt extremely grateful both for the punishment and for the fact that She stopped just at the right time. Mistress graciously allowed me to worship Her. I was deep in the subspace.  After a while Mistress unstrapped me, cuffed my wrists behind my back and made me kneel down in front of Her. She took a good sized glass dildo and said: “Put the condom on it with your mouth”. I rolled it down with my lips and teeth. Once this was done, Mistress led me to the cross where She tied my legs to the O rings. Then She sat down on a throne about 2 metres away from me, opened her legs and moved Her thong to one side.

My eyes were popping out of their sockets. I felt the frustration grow inside me. Then Mistress slowly penetrated herself with the toy and spent quite a while pleasuring herself. I begged Her to come closer so that I would see more but She ignored me. When Mistress felt fully satisfied, She came to the cross and ordered me to lick Her juices off the dildo. I happily obliged. The excitement was rushing through my body like never before.  Each time I session with my Mistress, She comes up with something brand new. She has all kinds of ideas and really likes to try them on me so there is no routine in our play whatsoever. She could just do things mechanically, but that´s not Her style. I am very grateful for having such a creative, imaginative and highly skilled Owner.

When we got back to the apartment, it was almost dinner time. The restaurant Mistress had picked was conveniently located within walking distance. Interestingly, the service, the ambience and the food were above average although the restaurant wasn´t expensive. We had a great time but couldn´t wait to be on our way to club Pedestal. Mistress got changed again, I think for the sixth time that day. She looked as amazing as always. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this magnificent Woman. Once we arrived at the club, Mistress showed me around. She pointed to a big cage in the middle of a huge room next to the main bar. There were a few men lying on the floor there. “They hope to be trampled by the ladies,” Mistress told me. I noticed another few pieces of dungeon equipment as we continued the tour to another, much smaller room. A Mistress who was in charge of that area asked me whether I was interested in competing to become the club´s house slave. The winner would get a bottle of champagne, She informed us.

My Mistress agreed and promised to bring me back in about half an hour when the competition was due to start. Next we bumped into the party organizer, Derek. After a short chat with my Mistress he asked me whether I wanted to join the competition for best dressed slave of the night. I was a bit overwhelmed by all the sudden attention. Mistress sneered and said that I was apparently more popular than She was but kindly gave me permission to do so. We got a drink and Mistress briefly trampled six or seven men crammed in and outside the cage that She had showed me a while ago. The guys seemed happy to eventually have got some attention.  Mistress then took me back to the “Goddess Room” where I was teamed with a German lad and an English man and the competition started. There were a few groups of men and a few groups of mistresses. All in all probably 15 slaves and 10 mistresses. It was more or less like speed-dating. The women asked us questions and rated our answers. One of the questions was what we would do if our mistress wanted us to do something we weren´t comfortable with. I really enjoyed this competition and got very good ratings. I would have won but because Mistress was getting a bit bored waiting for me, I decided to give up the last part.

Then it was time for the best dressed man competition. We went to another room with a large stage and a number of chairs where it would take place. First there were a few performances. We only enjoyed one of them by an artist called Poison Ivy. She was sticking long needles into Her skin. The organiser pointed out to me that I should wait at the side of the stage together with the other competitors, but I said to him that I wanted to stay with my Mistress for as long as possible. He smiled and said that it was true devotion. He took a few pictures of Mistress and me together. Later on I was called to the stage and shortly introduced myself. Unfortunately I didn´t win this time either but it was good fun. Next we moved to a room where the men had to be on their knees at all times. Mistress clipped my hand cuffs to my bondage belt and started playing with my nipples. She also squeezed my cock through the leather trousers I was wearing. All that really turned me on. We stayed there for some time before it was time for Mistress´ massage. This is a special feature of all Pedestal parties. The women can put their name on the list and get a short massage by a qualified masseuse.

On the way Mistress was approached by a few men, among them were a couple of guys she did some filming with. They asked my Mistress whether She would ballbust them and She agreed. She gave me Her handbag to hold and started kicking one of them in the nuts. Then She did the same to his friend. Apparently quite a few women enjoyed watching the scene as they eagerly continued once Mistress was done with both of them. “You couldn´t take that, slave, could you?” Mistress asked me. She was right.  Mistress then instructed me to order a taxi and went to get ready for the massage. There were a few interesting scenes going on around me while my Mistress was relaxing under the hands of the masseuse. There were a few women having their feet massaged by slaves, one slave was being whipped and another woman was screaming from pleasure while being teased by four different women at the same time.  When we finally arrived back at the apartment, we were both tired but it was our last night together so Mistress granted me the honour of being allowed to pleasure Her one more time. When Mistress was fully satisfied, She dismissed me. Before I left She gave me Her leather knickers She wore that night and said that I was allowed to play with them. Humbly I said good-night and went to my bedroom. I didn’t fall asleep immediately, but I’ll write about that tomorrow. This has surely been one of the most exciting days I have spent with my Mistress. I am so enormously thankful to have met Her. She truly is my Mistress, my Owner, my Goddess… Forever.

September 29, 2012

After breakfast we went straight to Heathrow. While waiting to check Mistress´suitcase in we had an intimate conversation. I confessed to my Owner what I had done after I left Her room early in the morning.  I hadn´t been wearing the chastity device since Mistress and I met in London a few days previously. Normally before I go to bed I take shower, but last night I was so horny from worshipping my Mistress´ perfect body, and the entire day that preceded it that I immediately went to bed and masturbated. Earlier She had given me Her worn leather panties so I lay down on my back and placed the thong over my nose before I started stroking myself. The scent was so nice and the thought that Mistress had been wearing it even nicer. I climaxed without any effort. Mistress had a big smile on Her face while listening. “So you came again?” (She had already made me come once during our afternoon session.) I wasn´t finished with my story yet though. Afterwards I´d turned to my front, put the panties right next to my nose again and fallen asleep in that position within seconds. In about two hours I´d woken up, still feeling very randy. Unable to resist the urge, I´d pleasured myself again while sniffing Mistress´soiled panties. Images of my Mistress mixed with Her scent made me cum fast. Mistress looked more and more amused as I continued. “Then I did it one more time later in the morning”. “What?” She laughed and gave me a look of disbelief. I wonder if the people sitting next to us could hear what we were talking about. Not that I would mind. I guess I am an exhibitionist ;-).

**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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 Dress is courtesy of slave K., jacket is from slave B.

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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