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Holidays with a toyboy slave

Where do I start? I had such an amazing time with my sexy Middle Eastern slave this month! We spent six days together, half of the time in Prague and the rest in Berlin. We had some nice meals and of course I was taken shopping in both cities. In Prague I was pampered with a visit to my favourite spa where I decided to get extra naughty and treat us both to a Romeo and Juliet couple massage combined with rose petal bath. Drinks, candles and fresh fruit that we fed each other with – if it sounds romantic, it was! The massage was from heaven and we could had easily spent the whole afternoon in the bath. Nothing makes you feel quite as royal and spoilt as this treatment.

On Wednesday the slave and I flew to Berlin. This was already our second holidays together but actually the first time we travelled with each other. I did not expect much more than the usual airport nuisance but I was wrong. From the first minute the slave took great care to ensure I had everything I needed – snacks, drinks and, of course, fun. He did his best to relax me on the flight by putting headphones with calming music over my ears, his muscular arm served as a comfortable head rest and he was being silly kissing my feet and hands on the plane (and later on in taxi) which was just irresistibly cute.

When we checked into our apartment, my charming toyboy slave was put to work immediately – tea was prepared, clothes were ironed, feet were massaged. We then went out for dinner and on the way back the slave made sure urgently needed cosmetics was found and purchased. I was amazed.

The next day after lunch we had a session scheduled in the famous Avalon studio. We got a well equipped room with a prison cell that turned out to be perfect for us. After some warm up torture on the bondage rack the slave decided to challenge me – something I already experienced in our last session we had in Dubai last year. I was impressed with his courage and his overall attitude. Once he was locked up in the cell, I took the key out of the room thinking about all the teasy scenarios I could now explore. Little did I know my young, fit slave would manage to escape from the massive cage within a couple of minutes. Was I having a session with a talented escape artist? It was clear I had to try harder so I made N. wear bondage mittens that were then attached to the bars of the cage in a rather complicated manner. The slave was made extra uncomfortable by wearing a collar with pins inside. Now the real tease could begin as I was wearing no panties – I previously used them to gag the slave who was being rather loud while being tortured on the rack.

What happened next I will keep private. Later on the slave was suspended by his arms and whipped mercilessly. Half of the time he was on his tiptoes and for the rest he was just hanging there with his feet in mid-air. I was totally amused by the time I was done with him, especially as he was encouraging me to make him as uncomfortable as possible. To calm the slave down I provided some aftercare / TLC at the very end of the session. We spent the rest of the day in the apartment where N. prepared my dinner and bath and of course pampered me with another relaxing foot massage. Later, when I was already in bed, he hand-washed my lingerie.

In the morning the slave was nowhere to be seen so I entered his bedroom quietly. This is always a very special moment when I wake my favourite personal slaves up. He opened his eyes immediately and jumped out of the bed to prepare my breakfast. He insisted on feeding me the banana I asked for by cutting it into pieces and putting them into my mouth one by one. We then did some sightseeing, had lunch and indulged in more shopping. N. later attended a business meeting which could possibly result in his relocation closer to me while I went for a swim in the hotel pool. When he got back I could see he was becoming emotional as we would be leaving the next morning, something he was actually anxious about from the beginning of our holidays. I did my best to reassure him I was counting on him for the future as he was seriously disturbed by the idea that I might get rid of him one day. We then fooled around a bit and the slave was granted the biggest possible privilege – to worship my exquisite body. As a souvenir he was allowed to keep the thong I was wearing that night. In fact he was so proud of the little gift he got from me that he was wearing it around his neck as a scarf the next morning. I love it how he´s always trying to make me laugh.

I am already thinking about our next holidays although it may be a few months before we will be able to meet again. That gives me enough time to prepare a D/s contract that I plan to give N. to sign.

Rose petal bath for two with drinks and fruit platter

My slaves know I like flowers

Feeding my slave snails in a Berlin brasserie

 

Just some of the treats from K.

Thank you.

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.

K.’s journal part 6

From B.´s journal – part 5

September 14, 2012

What a beautiful day it was today. After I got up this morning I was supposed to meet Mistress outside the Prague Vyšehrad station. I noticed that the fortress was actually really close to my hotel, so I decided to walk rather than come by tube. I arrived on time but the Metro was nowhere to be seen, so I called Mistress and informed Her that I was waiting at the church.  It took Her some time to find me and She wasn´t pleased at all. The first order She had given me that day I had already disobeyed. While She scolded me, I knelt down and gave Her the key for my chastity device. Mistress kindly released me last night so this morning I woke up without feeling any pain or discomfort. That was the first time since our trip to Brussels three weeks ago. I hoped that this gesture would distract my Mistress, and She would forget about my disobedience, but instead She took the key from my hand and threatened to drop it into the sewer.

In the end Mistress put the key in Her handbag and made a mental note about this most recent mischief of mine. In our sessions She always tells me why I am being punished. She somehow remembers all my wrong-doings. After lunch Mistress wanted to do some shopping. I always enjoy shopping with Her, because I’m allowed to carry all Her things and She lets me assist Her in many ways. I was already carrying Her jacket and cardigan when we entered the cosmetics store where Mistress wanted to buy a lip gloss. While She was busy trying the testers on Her hand, I roamed the store a bit on my own.  “Slave, where are you? Come back now!” I heard all of a sudden. I immediately reported back to my Owner. “You´re not allowed to wander around here by yourself,“ Mistress scolded me.

After She had picked the colour, She cleaned Her hand with a cotton pad. I took it from Her and put in into my pocket. As you can see, there are many different ways how to serve a Mistress, some large, other small. Mistress seems to enjoy them all. Next we went to a shoe store. Mistress first had a look around, then sat down and pointed out a pair of leather boots saying: “Find my size. I want to try them on”. I brought the boots and swiftly got on my knees in front of Her. She had crossed Her legs elegantly and was applying the new lip gloss onto Her luscious lips. This looked so erotic. “Adjust the sock!”, Mistress commanded, just as I was about to slide Her foot into the boot. I did so and finished the task. Mistress briefly inspected the boots and said: “Take them off! They hurt my ankles”. As we were leaving the store, Mistress decided to dispose of Her chewed gum. What better place to put it in than Her slave´s mouth, She must have thought. Of course I dutifully accepted it. We then walked into a small cafe to have a quick drink before I had to go to the airport.

Mistress ordered a fancy mixed fruit juice with mint and a lot of foam on top. She started picking the foam up and sucking it off the straw. I remarked how incredibly sexy that looked. “Write about it in your diary, slave”, Mistress laughed, as if She damn well knew how aroused this made me. I felt my cock swell against the sharp points of the chastity device. Without doing anything special, She had me totally weak and meek again. “You can have my left-overs, slave”, Mistress decided. What a treat! I gratefully accepted the glass and drank the last bits. The time had come again to say good-bye so we hugged and went our separate ways. I’m glad that we will see each other again in two weeks in London. Two weeks doesn´t sound long, but I know from previous experience that time drags incredibly between our meetings.

September 26, 2012

Later today I will meet my Mistress at Heathrow. She´s flying from Prague while I´m coming from Amsterdam. The next few days will be really busy. Mistress has scheduled a photo shoot in Mistress Morrigan´s photographic studio in East London, a couple of sessions, dinners and we also want to go to club Pedestal the day after tomorrow. I landed 40 minutes before Mistress did to make sure she wouldn´t have to wait for me. She impresses me each and every time I see Her. Even at the airport while wearing regular clothes, She looked stunning. We hugged and I took Her suitcase. I wasn´t quite sure where our taxi driver was waiting. Mistress said he was most certainly inside the hall holding a sign with my name while I was under the impression that the instructions I obtained from the taxi company said he would be outside. Of course Mistress was right as it turned out. She scolded me for not being organized and well prepared.

Once we arrived at the apartment, Mistress quickly inspected the whole flat and chose the bigger en-suite bedroom for herself. She said She would take a quick shower and ordered me to make Her a cup of tea in the meantime and to bring Her an empty glass to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen as Mistress instructed. When I was done with the tea, I went back to Her bedroom with the glass. She was already showering and the bathroom door was closed. I timidly knocked on the door. “Come in”, I heard. I opened the door. I saw Mistress washing Her beautiful body in the bath tub. I just had to stare at Her breasts. It was impossible not to. “Put the glass next to the washbasin and go iron my clothes. I will call you if I need anything else. Next time I need to bring a bell”, said Mistress.

Ten minutes later Mistress called me to the bathroom again to bring Her ironed clothes. Now She was standing in front of a mirror adjusting Her make up and hair. She was wearing just a thin purple bathrobe. First of all Mistress handed me a pair of black lacy knickers. She gave me no specific order as what to do with them but it was clear enough. I lifted Her short bathrobe and put the panties on her beautiful body. I really had to concentrate not to get carried away. She then passed me Her favourite perfumed body lotion and ordered me to rub it in the skin of Her legs. Mistress then ordered me to go and get ready myself. Shortly we were on our way to a wine and cheese tasting restaurant in the City. We had a great evening as we always do. After we got back to the apartment, I knelt down in front of Mistress´ bed and waited for Her while She was getting changed in the bathroom. When She reappeared I noticed She was wearing the same ultra sexy purple bathrobe. I know She got it from another slave as a present recently. My Mistress always gets so many gifts from Her slaves. I also brought Her some this time (I always do), but She decided she’d open them in the morning when we would have more time. That night I was allowed to pleasure Her beautiful body. I was so happy to be with my Mistress again that I fell asleep with a big smile on my face that was still there when I woke up the next day.

**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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Lovely Karen Millen dress just delivered!

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KM dress

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

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