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From K.´s journal part 7

It has been approximately 2 years since Mistress Arella last visited London. I have visited Mistress in Prague within that time but for me this is a rare and special occasion. This will be a flying visit for Her so I want to make the most of the precious time to impress Her enough, to show I am worthy of being given a slave contract.

During the weeks leading up to the visit I have been looking at ways I can serve Mistress Arella better and to prove I am 100% serious about being Her life long slave. I recently received an email from my Mistress saying that one of the ways I can improve is by giving Her a credit card. Without hesitation I agreed to this and quickly made a phonecall to Barclays to have Mistress Arella authorised to use my Platinum credit card. They asked me a lot more questions than I expected. I felt guilty when they asked me how we were related, I sheepishly answered She was my girlfriend. Instantly I felt as Her slave, I should not place myself in such a privileged position, but if this was the only way to get a credit card for my Mistress, this had to be done. Mistress later approved on this to my relief. The credit card will be handed to Her during our next session.

To be owned by Mistress Arella is my biggest ambition in life, to be an owned slave would give me purpose, it would give me pride and yes it would make me feel special. I know how strict my Mistress is with all Her slaves and how high Her standards are. Any slave given the opportunity to serve Her (even on a one off occasion) is instantly put in a very unique and privileged position. At one point I realized it would give me the greatest pride to be branded with Mistress Arella’s initials. I suggested to Mistress this is something I would really like to do, to show I belong to Her as Her slave. We originally discussed being branded with a branding iron, I even ordered one with the initials MA online, but after Mistress had carried out some research, She advised me that a tattoo would be the best option. I said I would be more than honoured to have a tattoo of Her initials on me and I would like Her to choose where the tattoo should be placed on my body.

Four days before Mistress’ visit I receive an email from Her telling me to buy some Dettol antiseptic spray for our session on Friday, this instantly gives me an erection as it starts my mind wondering what She has planned. The fact I have read this email whilst at my desk at work, means I will have to remain seated for the next 20 minutes until my erection subsides.

The day of Mistress’ visit has arrived, I always try to arrive early at the airport, however due to it being a Friday the traffic is more busy than usual so I arrive with minutes to spare. The anticipation starts to build as I sit there waiting for Her to arrive. As She walks through the arrivals gate, She glides across the floor, to me everyone else standing around Her is a blur, the only person I can see clearly is Mistress Arella and She looks so beautiful and so radiant. Compared to everyone else She looks like a Hollywood superstar. We walk to my car which Mistress has not seen before, it is a new Jaguar and I hope She will be pleased with it. She takes a photo of the Jaguar logo, so I believe the car meets Her high standards.

On arrival at the the hotel things start to go slightly wrong, the hotel has not reserved me a parking space and there is nowhere to park locally so we decide for Mistress to check in to the hotel whilst I try and find a parking space. After 45 minutes I finally arrive at the hotel.

When Mistress opens the door, She is wearing a very sexy leather dress and knee high leather boots. She looks amazing. The session begins and I am told to remove my shirt, but keep my jeans on. Mistress asks me to order Her some food from the room service menu, whilst I am on the phone She places a slave collar on me.

Mistress asks me to give Her the credit card I have promised. I decided to make it a special occasion by placing it in a Thank you card where I wrote how honoured I was to be giving the credit card to Her and how important and what it means to me to be Her slave. I think She was pleased with that little extra effort.

Mistress then tells me to give Her a pedicure and foot massage. I remove Her leather boots to reveal Her beautiful feet. Since serving Mistress Arella I have grown to love Her perfect delicate feet and toes. I am told to attend a foot massage course as my massage skills are not up to Mistress’ standards. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, it is the room service. I am without my shirt on and with a bright red slave collar around my neck, but Mistress tells me to answer the door. The waiter walks in and asks me to sign a form. He doesn´t look shocked at all and in many ways it feels normal to me and it gave me a bit of a rush. I have never experienced public humiliation like this before, but I could grow to like it and I could see the potential for Mistress to have a lot of fun with this.

Now that the food has arrived I am told to strip naked, Mistress asks me to make Her tea and then I´m instructed to iron Her clothes. Ironing is something I will need to improve on if I would ever be considered to be Mistress Arella’s house slave.

Mistress turns the discussion to the slave contract I so deeply desire. She has printed 2 copies of a contract and I am told to read each requirement. I am eager to put pen to paper as I feel I can achieve what is required of me. Mistress needs to sign the contract as well to make it official, however She says She may or may not do so tomorrow. This is heart wrenching as I am now thinking She has teased me with the contract showing what I could have and now it is going to be taken away from me. Knowing Mistress Arella as I do, I think I always knew the signing of the contract would not be a straight forward or easy process. She wants to see Her slaves work for this honour and possibly beg, which I am fully prepared to do.

The conversation turns towards my tattoo. Mistress starts to draw Her initials all over my body with a dark red lipstick. After some deliberation She decides that I shall have Her initials tattooed just above my cock. I have said wherever She chooses the tattoo to be on my body I will accept. This tattoo will be done during Her next visit in June. It could have serious implications on my marriage, but I am willing to take that risk to lead my perfect life serving my perfect Mistress.

Now it is time for my punishment. Mistress asks me to hand Her the antiseptic spray I was instructed to buy. My hands are placed in leather mittens and secured behind my back, a blindfold is placed on my eyes. I can now feel Mistress spraying the antiseptic on my cock and balls. I know this could be a very painful experience. I feel a small prick on my cock and realize She is placing needles through the skin of my cock and my ball sack. This may sound as if this would be a very painful experience, but with Mistress Arella’s expertise it actually feels enjoyable, even erotic. She removes my blindfold and l look down to see approximately 10 fine needles inserted into my genitals. Mistress then starts to use an electrical bat on my body, the type you kill insects with. It gives an electrical zap each time it comes in contact with my skin. Mistress focuses on my cock and balls as well as arse and thighs. It is more painful than the needles.

This week I bought Mistress some new leather restraint belts. She puts these to use by restraining me to a chair. My legs are fastened together, as I still have the needles in my cock and balls, this presses my thighs against the needles, causing me some discomfort as the needles dig in further. Mistress then places a leather hood on my head. I cannot see a thing and it is also hard to breathe as the air holes are tiny. Mistress proceeds to place nipple clamps on me and She canes my thighs. I am securely restrained so I have little choice but to accept any punishment Mistress feels fit to give me. After about 15 minutes I am released and the session ends. I am told to return to Her room at 9.30am the next day.

I arrive early on Saturday morning, I have been up since 5.30am as I wanted to avoid the London traffic. I arrive at 8.30am and decide to get some food before our session. I knock on Mistress’ door at 9.30am as requested. Again She looks beautiful, She is wearing a black figure hugging top and a very sexy red skirt that shows off Her figure and sexy bottom perfectly. Mistress Arella is beautiful in Her photos but to appreciate Her beauty fully you need to see Her in person. To think in half an hour such a beautiful woman will be torturing me in a dungeon makes me feel very privileged.

For our dungeon session today Miss Mighty has kindly allowed us to use Her well equipped dungeon. To make use of all the equipment I think you would need a couple of days of sessions as there is a large variety of equipment.

Mistress instructs me to strip and to choose some implements for Her to torture me with whilst She goes gets changed into Her outfit. When She returns She is wearing the shortest latex skirt I have ever seen with sexy stockings and a very sexy black corset. She asks me to lace the corset up for Her. I spend 5 minutes struggling with this task and Mistress is getting annoyed with me. She tells me if I cannot complete this simple task I will not be given the slave contract. With this in mind I eventually succeed and I hope I have not ruined my chance of the precious slave contract.

Mistress then secures me to a whipping bench, She tells me She is not happy with me, there are many things I have done to upset Her so I struggle to work out which is the specific reason. She says it is the debt I have which She did not approve, I should have consulted Her before taking out a loan. She proceeds to cane my arse and thighs, this is very painful and I know will produce some welts on my body. At the beginning of the session I picked out a few clamps for Mistress to use on me. I did not think She would use them all at the same time but Mistress takes great delight in attaching each clamp to my balls, probably about 10 in total, and on top of that She attaches some weights. Also placed on my body is an electric shock device, this sends a powerful electric charge through my balls, again this is very painful.

Already I can tell this session is going to be a lot more painful than the one yesterday. I am now secured to a St Andrews Cross, my wrists are too thin for the straps so Mistress secures me by my biceps with my hands secured behind my head, my legs are spread wide and also secured. Mistress attaches some clamps to my nipples and places my cock in a spiky device after She sprays some Deep Heat onto my penis to intensify the pain. The pain is extreme. After about 5 minutes the device is removed leaving an imprint on my cock of the spikes.

Mistress then leaves the room and returns with the slave contract. She tells me I will not be given the contract today, my heart sinks and I could almost cry. She asks me why She has made that decision, I cannot think. Mistress is standing in front of me in a a very sexy outfit, her cleavage is on show and her skirt is riding up to reveal her sexy black panties. I am obviously being distracted by this, so Mistress decides to blindfold me so I can concentrate more. Even blindfolded I cannot think, she tells me that the contract is too lenient and does not have enough impact on my life. She then removes the blindfold again and proceeds to rip the contract up in front of my eyes. I feel devastated, but I agree with Her decision. I do actually want a contract that impacts my life, so I hope at a future date Mistress may give me an opportunity to sign a more demanding one. I think She would be pleasantly surprised how far I am prepared to go, but I will have to wait to see if She believes in me.

Later I am told to kneel, my legs are spread apart and Mistress places a humbler on my balls. It gives me great pleasure knowing that Mistress has me in such a vulnerable and submissive position. She then shows me a ruler that has the line of the Kings of Scots written on it. Unfortunately history is not a strong point of mine as Mistress soon finds out. For every incorrect answer I gave to Her questions I receive a whack on my balls with the ruler. I now realise I should have taken more notice in my history classes at school, this may have prevented my balls being tortured later life. Surprisingly I was not warned about this when I was at school.

In the dungeon there are some military hats, Mistress asks me to choose one and She places it on Her head. Again she looks stunning, She looks like a Military commander ready to interrogate me. I am secured on a suspension device and my arms are raised high above my head. Mistress asks me how I intend to sort out my finances and how I intend to make extra money so that I can serve Her better. During the interrogation my cock is whipped, this makes me realise there are a few things I need to sort out in my life. I feel the interrogation is beneficial to me and maybe regular interrogation sessions will benefit us both. The session is coming to an end and I am told to tidy the dungeon whilst Mistress takes a shower.

After lunch it is now time to drive Mistress to the airport, this is the saddest time for me as it means saying goodbye but I know She will be back soon as we plan to celebrate Her 10 years as a pro domme in style. She will return to the UK where I will spoil Her with a luxury hotel break.

As Mistress  prepares to leave through the departure gate, it is at this point there is a short silence where I hesitate, as all I want to do is give Her a big hug and a kiss on Her cheek. As a slave I am not sure if this is appropriate so I say goodbye and walk away with a tear in my eye.

What this visit has done for me is reaffirm the importance Mistress Arella has in my life, my desire to be owned by Her is stronger than ever. The more control She has on my life the happier I am. I see great things ahead, I just need to remain focused and know that Mistress Arella has belief in me.

 

From Mistress´ Diary part 3

August 2014

It all feels really different all of a sudden. The dynamics is totally off as I don´t feel like dominating B. anymore. I also don´t feel like talking to him on Skype. When he asked me what I wanted to do during his visit this month, I said that it was up to him. That is so unlike me as I always like to decide.

He noticed that I hardly share any news with him these days.

September 2014

I made the hard decision not pursue the relationship with B. anymore. We should probably talk about our problems and try to fix them but it´s difficult as we are spending very little time together these days. In the past the slave used to work on various projects but since the beginning of this year he has been working for one company full time. That makes it impossible for him to come to Prague as often as he and I would like to and I´m getting bored, frustrated and demotivated in the meantime. He accepted the decision without much fuss. How very grown up of him. Deep inside he probably felt relieved that he would get the opportunity to look for an exclusive female led relationship, something he longs for but I am unable to provide.

It has not sunk in yet.

April 2015

I met the ex slave a few times since January. The first time I signed a new legal contract in which I was giving him my half of the property back. The other times he brought me a few things from The Netherlands and I helped him order some furniture for his flat. We also had lunch on one occasion. I think it was then and there when I realized that although I still enjoy his company a lot and he can make me laugh so easily, I am not especially interested to be his friend. It´s weird and wrong but I still feel like I should lead and guide him. I guess old habits die hard.

When I tried to explain that perhaps we should not see each other again as I found it upsetting, the slave somehow reacted to it more strongly than to the actual break up. I can´t really get my head around it. Maybe he felt I was rejecting him not only as a slave but as a person too but that was not the case. I was just desperate for us to move on.

CONCLUSION

Although genuine sadness followed our break up, I do not regret the decision as it eventually resulted in some extremely positive developments in my life. A few months after we split, I adjusted my life priorities and made a major personal decision that helped me grow as a person and move forward. I also realized that although in theory everyone is replaceable, people don´t really need to be replaced at all. When someone considered special is gone, you just learn to appreciate others more. By “others” I mean people, who would otherwise unjustly end up as no. 2 at best as they would never be given the chance to live up to their full potential. You open your mind, the universe takes notice and rewards you in ways you never thought were possible. 

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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From B.´s journal – part 8

October 15, 2012

I am only allowed to read a couple of femdom related websites these days. Mistress told me some time ago that She didn’t want my mind to be poisoned by all sorts of extreme ideas. She prohibited me from viewing any bdsm content (websites, books, movies) without Her explicit prior approval. Recently Mistress hinted that She might ban one of the few websites that I was still allowed to visit. I wasn’t happy about that first but this morning I realized that the fact that She wanted to take away something from me was more important than the actual value of reading that particular website. This made me decide to voluntarily give up on reading it. It will give my mind more space and time to concentrate on my Owner and my Owner alone. So no more personal femdom related blogs from now on, except, of course, the one written by my Goddess.

November 10, 2012

Tomorrow is our first anniversary, so I have decided to invite my Mistress for lunch at a three-star Michelin restaurant here in The Netherlands. It is called De Librije and it is about an hour drive from my home town, Utrecht. My Mistress is very fond of fine dining and so am I. We share quite a few likes, preferences and hobbies, which is what makes us such a good Mistress – slave couple. We arrived early so we had a cup of tea in a nearby bistro; or rather, I should say, Mistress had a drink and I went to found a proper parking space. When I picked Her up, I paid for Her tea and, before we left the cosiness of the café, I made sure Mistress was wearing Her fur ear-muffs and leather gloves as it was chilly and windy outside. I feel it is my responsibility to make sure She´s comfortable at all times. When we entered the restaurant, we were rather impressed by the classy ambience. We enjoyed a very nice starter of crayfish and shrimps but then Mistress excused Herself to the restroom.

When She returned back to the table, She was in a very strict mood. “Why didn´t you tell me that there was a bit of lip gloss on my nose?” She asked in an irritated tone. I didn´t know what to say. Obviously I had screwed up again. In the meantime the main course arrived. Her strictness all of a sudden disappeared as She dipped Her index finger into my beetroot sauce, made a dot on my nose and burst out laughing. “Now you will need to sit like this till the end of the lunch”, She informed me, completely overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation. I accepted the punishment as I always do, but fortunately Mistress grabbed a napkin after a minute and wiped the sauce off my nose.

Mistress and I always have a lot of fun when eating out. Recently we visited a very nice fish restaurant in Amsterdam where Mistress forced me to eat a tiger prawn´s eye and had a good laugh over my comments how crunchy it was. My Mistress can´t stand boring slaves so I do my best to keep Her entertained in any way possible. When we arrived back to Utrecht in the afternoon, Mistress decided to get changed into casual attire and pay a visit to a local adult store. She thought it would be a good idea to make me get a penis extender and instruct me to have sex with Her while wearing it. That way She would get pleasure while I wouldn´t feel anything. We didn´t really find what we were looking for but the shop owner asked me to come back the following week to check new stock so I put it on my “to do” list. This list contains tasks that were assigned to me by Mistress.

November 11, 2012

Today I was cooking for my Mistress while She was sorting out my clothes. Unfortunately, the scallops were watery, the plates were cold, the salad dressing was reduced to plain vinegar, and the salt cellar was missing on the table. I´m afraid all this will be added to the list of offences, that contains my mishaps and mischiefs. I get punished for most wrong-doings in the sessions but Mistress also tells me off each time I displease Her. We also planned our trip to Berlin in 3 weeks time. We will spend one night in Residenz Avalon, followed by another two nights in a beautiful hotel apartment that Mistress has chosen. We are very thrilled. Three weeks is a long time though, so fortunately we will also meet at the end of next week. I find it very difficult to cope when Mistress is not around, so I´m now even considering relocating to Prague to be closer to Her. I am completely enchanted by this magnificent Woman. I think She has placed a spell on me.

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Words of appreciation (London August visit)

Dear Mistress,

I do read your blog and twitter feeds and honestly think your personal slaves are incredibly lucky to have a mistress like you – as you do seem to care about them and whilst you are happy to take their servitude and financial submission you do appear to want to make sure they get something in return – which is apparently rare these days.

S.

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Hello Mistress Arella,

I would just like to thank you for the amazing session we had, it takes a very skilled Mistress to create such an enjoyable session out of a very basic location. To session with you in a fully equipped dungeon must be an out of this world experience I hope one day to enjoy.

K.

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Good evening Mistress,

Thank you for the session we had together on Saturday, it was exactly how I remember our first session together last year – perfect!

I look forward to hearing from you again when you are next in the UK.

J.

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Thank you for all those kind words, boys!

Weekend at the Mcely chateau

Last weekend my personal slave and I went to the lovely Mcely castle to dine and relax. I am bringing you a few images we took there for you to enjoy…

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Mcely dining

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