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.
August 22, 2012
We arrived in Brussels in the evening, after I had met Mistress at Schiphol airport. I had some meetings scheduled for the morning but the rest of the day we would spend together. After lunch, Mistress said She wanted a sweet treat from a chocolate shop we passed on our way to the restaurant. The choice was overwhelming but eventually Mistress decided on a box of handmade bonbons. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but Mistress almost dropped one of the bonbons in the street. She swiftly caught it mid-air though and said “If it had fallen on the pavement, you would have had to eat it from the ground, slave.” Mistress then ordered me to roll up the legs of Her trousers. Humbly I knelt on the ground and rolled up the legs one by one. Mistress inspected both of them and made me redo the first one. Once again She scolded me for being sloppy. As we walked towards the Royal Palace, I noticed how dusty my trousers were from having knelt down a while ago. “You see,” Mistress said, “you need to get a small portable carpet. That way your trousers will never get dirty again.” I had to laugh. Mistress was referring to a scene we witnessed the previous evening as we were leaving Schiphol. She had pointed out a group of Muslim men who were praying on the parking lot and each of them had a small carpet for kneeling. “It would be practical”, I had to agree. As we continued towards the war memorial, we discussed one of the Elise Sutton´s books (Searching for Wanda) and how the masochists are ultimately looking for the Loving Female Authority rather than a real sadistic woman.
I also have some really bizarre fantasies in which the women are very cruel and cold. There are numerous triggers every day that stimulate my submissive, masochistic and fetishistic mind. If I were to give up self control, it would be very hard to carry on with normal life. I know very well that it is not realistic to live these fantasies 24/7. I also know that my Mistress doesn’t like any extremes. She has now forbidden me to visit any Femdom or BDSM related website with a few exceptions. She said She didn’t want my mind to get negatively influenced. Fortunately the most important thing for me is to be able to serve a woman, my Mistress, by spoiling Her, making Her happy and making sure that I can be supportive towards Her in every thinkable way. This can be achieved fairly easily from my perspective and can also be lived out on the everyday basis. The way Mistress and I are together is exactly what I had been longing for all my life. An intelligent, smart and witty woman who likes to be in control of everything. A woman who is dominant, a bit wicked but at the same time very down to earth. A woman who can be cruel and cold but also very kind and caring. Just like my Mistress. I like those contradictions. This is also one of the reasons I’m so happy that I am now an official slave of my Mistress. She can keep me in line just by being Herself.
We did some more sightseeing and afterwards went back to the apartment to chill out and get ready for dinner. Mistress informed me that She had ironed my shirt in the morning when I was at my business meetings. With such tender and caring gestures, She makes me feel so good. I looked at Her and She looked back at me and smiled. The shirt (which She chose for me when we went shopping in Prague recently) was in my suitcase together with some presents I had bought for Her. She had resisted the urge to open them which I appreciated, because I always like to say a couple of words when I give Her something. And more importantly, I just like to see Her when She is being spoiled. Mistress first unwrapped Her gifts and then proceeded to sign the slavery contract I wrote about in one of the previous posts. I knelt down and added my signature. I felt relieved. I had just given myself completely to my Owner for at least the next five years. Afterwards we went out and celebrated my new status with a glass of Prosecco in a friendly Italian restaurant. Mistress was wearing a beautiful green dress and an elegant black jacket. I´m always pleased when She wears clothes that I have bought her. When we got back to the apartment later that night, Mistress graciously allowed me to worship Her beautiful body. What a treat! What a magnificent Woman!
August 23, 2012
When I went to the bathroom this morning, Mistress was already up. I heard Her walking past my room a couple of minutes before I got up myself. I walked through the living room and heard some noises from the kitchen. “Good morning”, I said and seconds later She came to the living room . She was wearing a black satin bathrobe that made Her figure stand out nicely. I realized that this was actually the first time I had ever seen my Mistress without make-up. I felt there was something intimate about the fact that I was allowed to see Her without that extra barrier. She looked stunning as always. She doesn’t even need the make-up I thought. She promptly informed me how much time I had to get ready. I hurried up to pack everything and took both our suitcases and some smaller bags to the car, while Mistress was finishing Her breakfast. After a brief visit to the European Parliament, Mistress decided it was time to drive back to the Netherlands. After lunch, where I was allowed to kneel next to Her for a few minutes as I was translating the menu for Her, we had some time to kill. My Mistress really likes flowers and plants so She decided we would visit the botanical garden. After we had seen quite a bit we sat down and ordered some freshly squeezed orange juice. I was talking about something but She commanded “Drink!” as She wanted to leave for the airport. From time to time She interrupts my speech like this. I always immediately obey and follow Her orders. At the airport Mistress wanted me to change Her shoes. She sat down comfortably, I humbly knelt down in front of Her, opened the suitcase and replaced her leather flip flops with a pair of leather trainers. After checking Her suitcase in, we walked towards the security check area. She went through and waved goodbye. This was a very short visit of the Majesty, not even three full days, but it had been a fantastic one again. I had a great time serving my Mistress.
August 25, 2012
I have got no emails from my Mistress since I took Her to the airport a couple of days ago. Just before we said goodbye there, She was teasing me a bit. The better She knows me, the easier it becomes for Her. She said that She decided to be cold and distant and would not even allow me to hug Her. Of course I wasn’t too happy to hear that. She had toyed with me for some time but in the end She did give me a quick hug. I heard the words: “I’ll be missing You,” coming from my own mouth. ‘What? Did I just say that?’ I thought immediately. I don’t think I’ve ever said that to anyone. Normally I don’t miss places, situations or people, so why should I ever say that? Hmmm, this is strange. The strangest thing, however, is that I do actually miss Her right now.
Generic guy: I want to be your slave without financial servitude. Interests: female domination, chastity, wax play, teasing, bondage….
My comment: Yeah, and I want Lamborghini Aventador, a mansion with pool, private chef and huge garden. Which does not mean it’s gonna happen. I may surely keep dreaming about it but I don’t email random strangers and ask them to provide it. That’s the difference between the two of us. You are fool and I am cool.
Now read carefully, retard:
What you actually mean is “I want a service but don’t want to pay for it”. Financial servitude is a different thing altogether.
Client of a pro domme (even if he calls himself “slave”) = someone who pays for a specific time limited femdom or fetish service, the payment is often referred to as “tribute”.
Tribute is not optional just like payment in a restaurant is not. This is the easy part, right?
Financial slave = someone who tributes a domme without actually requesting sessions (real time or online) or anything else in return. I know, you struggle with this concept but it works for some people. Here we talk about financial servitude UNLIKE in the case above.
A pro domme (pretty much any domme who has website or professional images) = a woman who charges for her femdom or fetish services at all times unless you are lucky enough to be her partner or perhaps a valued friend. Think of a masseuse. She is not gonna rub your back for free unless the two of you are in relationship no matter how much she enjoys giving massage. Also not too difficult I hope.
If you want a lifestyle domme, get one. If you want a pro domme, don’t pretend you did not know tribute would be required.
Subs as well as other kinksters often misunderstand the dynamics between a professional Mistress and her clients. They assume either she enjoys what she does (always) or she does not (ever), meaning she is in it just for the money or other perks of the lifestyle. I frankly don´t remember how many times a client asked me that annoying question or how many times someone felt compelled to start the whole conversation about genuine versus less enthusiastic dommes. I could accept that from seasoned players who have been through a lot and were referring to their own experience but you would be surprised how many of the inexperienced subs had the same strong views on us Mistresses.
There were times when my play partners sent me a “thank you” note afterwards to compliment me on my attitude. I have no doubts there were such who felt differently though. In one case an older client accused me of being somehow disinterested in our first two sessions, just to book two more subsequently as well as a dinner. It seems the third and fourth time I got it eventually right because he said “You are a very good dominatrix” just before I left his hotel the last night. I appreciated he eventually recognized that the initial lack of satisfaction on his side was mainly caused by his poor communication rather than my bad attitude and I was truly glad we managed to fix it if not right at the beginning, then at least half way through.
If you communicate openly, submit to her fully, refrain from topping from the bottom and manage to put her at ease by being a genuinely nice human being, chances are, she will have great time. Be difficult, over the top passive, disrespectful, waste her time or nag her and she will inevitably feel less positive about your encounter. Trust me, it really IS more about your attitude than it is about hers. Who would have thought so?
Next time you decide to book a session with a pro domme, bear it in mind. Instead of asking that notorious question, just do your best to please her. Make her laugh, bring her flowers or stand out of the crowd in your own way. Good luck!