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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

 

From Mistress´ Diary part 2

July 2014

A few days ago slave B. and I had an argument. The true is that he just wanted to talk while I freaked out. He’s generally a calm person and I’m the exact opposite. He brought me new iMac, a late birthday gift that he could not afford to buy back in April due to other expenses he had at that time.

I wanted to rewrite our Mistress-slave contract to motivate the slave to help me earn my own money rather than give it to me directly in the form of regular tributes. He could achieve this through referrals and advertisements he would place on my websites, some of which would need to be built from scratch.

Unfortunately the slave was not interested to sign the new contract as he wanted to cancel the tributes altogether and immediately despite of the fact that he never completed any of the projects he was assigned in December 2012 while we were on holidays in Portugal.

I know he’s generally quite busy with work but I also know that often it is time mismanagement rather than anything else. When I first started training him, some of the session reports he was supposed to write for me were seriously delayed. At the same time he was seeing his ex girlfriend relatively often. That time could had been spent working for me. I could come with other examples like this but the point was already made. To be fair, he has done a lot of work for me over the years, including having built a few websites for me, promoting my services, book, writing the Diary and much more. One cannot expect people to always deliver, not even when those people are slaves.

However, what do you do, as a Mistress, when the slave decides to make his own rules all of a sudden? If that happens with a new slave, you just dismiss him. What do you do when the slave has been serving you very well for a few years and you have grown to like him? That is a horrible situation, one that has no solution. I have always seen the power exchange element of our relationship as the most important one, very closely followed by the extraordinary connection we seemed to have from day 1. No doubt some of the connection is linked to the power exchange itself but not all of it is. Even when we do nothing femdom related, it is still there.

The second part of the argument was also money related. The slave scolded me for having spent too much money on his credit cards recently. Although I have full access to his bank accounts, I have never actually logged in and we have not talked about his budget as much or as often as we should have. Typically I would only use the card to pay for books and cosmetics, but I did feel the need to buy some clothes and shoes for the new flat as I wanted to avoid the hassle of packing / unpacking and having to travel with a suitcase each month, taking the risk that something might be missing when needed. In the hindsight, I should had just coped with it for a few months and buy it later. In the hindsight, he should had politely asked me to stop using the cards for a while once he felt there was not enough money available. I would had understood. 

When B. asked whether we were having a professional relationship, I just lost it. I could not believe how insecure he was. I’m a short fuse person and I just ended up throwing both credit cards at his feet. I thought it was all escalating in a really bad direction so I told him to take his credit cards and the expensive birthday gift he just gave me an hour ago and to leave my house. He was somehow reluctant to leave but I assured him that we would meet the next day after I had the opportunity to calm down. Eventually he left. The iMac and the credit cards remained in my house.

The true is that it was the slave´s idea to give me the first credit card, online banking details etc. I say: Don´t give a person a box of matches to play with just to call “Fire” later. Metaphorically speaking, I could had burnt the whole house down if I wanted to. 

Some of the frustration I felt and still feel was related to the fact that the slave´s servitude is not as consistent anymore as it once was. Things like a bit of promotion on Twitter take hardly any time and are clearly beneficial for me. There was almost none of it recently. I also realized that we don´t chat on Skype very often anymore. On top of that, B. generally acts far less submissive towards me these days than he did in the past. Clearly, he is not as motivated as he used to be. I also feel that he acted too judgmental towards me without having acknowledged what had gone wrong on his side.

K.’s journal part 5

My absence, return & visit to Prague

It is a long time since I wrote my last journal. Before I write about my trip to Prague to visit Mistress Arella, I need to take you back to October/November 2015. Up until then I had been a fairly well behaved slave enjoying my servitude to my Mistress. I believe She had been fairly happy with the regular gifts I spoiled Her with and my general enthusiasm of being Her personal slave.

Unfortunately due to reasons out of my control I had to go abroad for some time. I had intended to email my Mistress when I arrived at my destination, however due to the remote area it was very difficult to gain access to the internet so could only contact Her on my return to the UK in the first week of January 2016. Mistress was not pleased that She did not hear from me for 4 months and advised me to sort out any personal issues before She would even consider allowing me to serve Her again. My heart sunk, I thought I may never be allowed to see my Mistress again. The one thing in my life that makes me truly happy I had ruined. Just one brief email could have saved disappointing my Mistress. I knew then that I had made a big mistake and unlike the real me, had come across rude and ungrateful.

I took Mistress Arella’s advice and sorted out the personal issues in my life by February 2016, however there were a few other things I needed to do before contacting my Mistress again, one of which was revealing to my wife I had a double life. One night the opportunity arose to admit to her that I visit pro dommes. My need to session was so strong that I needed to tell her, so that in my next session with Mistress Arella I could submit fully with no limits and be able to be marked on my body with whips / canes and whatever other implements Mistress wishes to use on me, without me having to worry or feel guilty. Amazingly although my wife had her concerns she said she will allow me to visit Mistress Arella. This was fantastic news.

I quickly set up a new Twitter account as my previous account had also disappeared. It was going to take a lot of begging and spoiling Mistress Arella to regain her trust and to show I was serious about being her personal slave.

Thankfully for me after a number of gifts and daily begging, Mistress Arella responded that I was never actually fired as Her personal slave. In a way I think She may have actually enjoyed seeing me beg everyday and of course enjoyed the gifts I would regularly send to Her.

Fast forward to September 2016. Mistress Arella tweeted that She needed a weekend of spoiling, preferably in a 5* hotel, with Spa treatments & possibly culminating with a photoshoot. I quickly offered to pay for this and thankfully Mistress accepted my offer. From Her tweets during that weekend I could see it was money well spent and the resulting photos were amazing. Mistress Arella looked more beautiful & sexy than ever before. This quickly got me thinking that I must see Her again and session with Her asap. Mistress in fact decided Herself that I should come and see Her in November. Being told by my Mistress that I must come and serve Her made me feel owned once again, which is an amazing feeling. I jumped at the chance and booked my flights. I wanted to make sure that the hotel I booked was guaranteed to be acceptable to Mistress Arella and easily accessible in a good location. I decided to book myself the same 5* hotel which Mistress Arella had stayed at just a few weeks prior to my visit.

Having made the booking, I now had to wait almost a month for the trip. I was counting down the days. The weekend finally arrived. I was up early to travel to the airport and get my flight, I was of course very excited.

On my arrival in Prague, I checked into the hotel and awaited Mistress Arella’s arrival. Within minutes I saw Her arrive. She did of course look amazing as usual. As She entered my room, I could see there was an element of disappointment. She told me the room was not as big or as well laid out as the room she stayed in, and as a result some of the things she had planned for the session she would not be able to do. She would need to improvise and try to be as creative as possible.

Before Mistress Arella went to change into Her sexy outfit, She ordered me to remove my clothes and await Her return. On Her return I could see She was wearing the black bodysuit She had worn in Her recent photoshoot. It showed off Her figure perfectly. Mistress Arella immediately started slapping my face while criticising the fact I had wasted money on booking such a luxurious room for myself, when really I should be booking a basic room and using my money to spoil Her. Of course She is correct and I told Her I will not make the same mistake again. My first task was to clean Her knee-high leather boots with the hotel supplied shoe cleaning kit. At first I was unable to find it so Mistress said I would need to phone room service and ask them to bring one. Thankfully after a bit more searching it was Mistress who found it. She had asked me to purchase a Donald Trump mask, as She knew that would make Her extra furious if I were to wear it. I kneeled in front of Her with the mask on, eagerly polishing Her boots & She promptly took a photo of this and tweeted it for the world to see. As I was working, Mistress Arella started to question me over my absence. She wanted to hear the whole story. When I mentioned I spent almost 10k sorting my issue out, She got so angry with me that She poured Her drink on my head. Yes, 10 k would buy all the items on all Mistress´wish lists and more. I could certainly understand Her anger.

After I wiped the water off the floor Mistress Arella noticed I had some chocolate biscuits in the room. She crushed them under her heal and ordered me to eat them from Her heal and to lick up the crumbs on the floor while telling me off for eating such unhealthy snacks. I was then ordered to lay on my back on the bed. Mistress tied me tightly with rope so I was completely helpless. I was now at Her complete mercy.

I had recently purchased a small whip for my Mistress, this had metal chains on the end of it. Mistress Arella started to whip my cock and balls, each time it hit my balls the pain was immense. As She was whipping me, She was telling me how small my cock was and how out of shape my body was. She said no woman would find me attractive and that my wife surely doesn’t like my body either. She went on to say that my wife probably has a lover as I am so inadequate. The worrying thing is that Mistress Arella is always right so all what She was saying to me could easily be true.

My cock was then placed in a chastity device. Mistress Arella promptly went to the bathroom. She told me the keys had been flushed down the toilet. I thought She is probably bluffing but maybe She is getting revenge for my absence. She then stuffed a wet flannel that She brought from the bathroom in my mouth and used a lot of tape to hold it in position. There I was tied to the bed, unable to to speak, locked in chastity. Mistress told me that She could leave me here for room service to find me in this pathetic state.

She decided, however, that I needed more punishment. This consisted of more CBT, hot candle wax being dripped all over my body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. Mistress next sat on my face. As I had not session in over a year I was a bit out of practice, with the flannel in my mouth and Mistress Arella ‘s bottom covering my face I was struggling to breathe and was making all types of noises of discomfort. Mistress Arella continued to sit on my face, allowing brief moments where I could catch my breath. I felt I was in heaven.

Mistress Arella knows that one of my big fantasies is to be kidnapped by Her. Although She has previously stated that this is not really Her thing, She did hint that it could be a possibility in the future. This did make my cock twinge a little as the chastity device started to feel tighter & tighter. After this punishment I was ordered to lay on my stomach, again I was restrained with rope. Mistress Arella proceeded to whip me , whilst doing so She questioned me over my recent purchase of my luxury car. She told me I should not have bought such an expensive car and instead of wasting my money, should have been using all my spare money to spoil Her.

After my various forms of punishment Mistress released me & set me my next task, to find the keys to my chastity device. I was relieved to hear She did not flush them down the toilet after all. She gave me a 10 minute limit, I searched high and low throughout the room whilst Mistress Arella lay on the bed in amusement at my pathetic attempts. The time limit had elapsed and I had to resign myself to the fact that I will need to remain in chastity until Mistress Arella chooses to release me. I was then ordered to kiss Mistress´feet. I removed Her right boot and as I was enjoying kissing Her foot, Mistress took great delight in giving me small hints of where the keys might be. She asked “Where is the last place you would think the keys would be? No, they are not in my panties or bra”. So I answered “Handbag”? She laughed. I came up with a few more stupid answers while She kept saying to me to think outside the box. I could not think. As I removed Her other boot, I heard a small jingle but thought nothing of it, silly me. Mistress then reveals that the keys were hidden right there inside that boot. Very clever I thought, I would never have thought of actually searching Mistress Arella and in fact even knowing this fact I don’t think I would have the courage to search Her in any future sessions. I proceeded to kiss Her left foot.

The session had come to an end and I felt something that only a sub/slave can fully understand, a feeling of contentment of having served my Mistress and my feel good endorphins were running wild in my body. I had just served my Mistress for the first time in a long time, I was as happy as happy gets.

I had offered to take Mistress Arella to a fine-dining restaurant which She had chosen. It was next door to the hotel so we were there in seconds. It was nice to finally have a relaxing meal with my Mistress/Owner and have an interesting conversation catching up with what Mistress Arella has been doing since I last saw her. Did I mention I was still locked in chastity? This too is an amazing feeling being locked in chastity with my Owner enjoying a lovely meal. We were in the restaurant for almost 2 hours and I treasure every moment, every second that I can spend with my Mistress, it is where I am happiest. All good things have to come to an end. Mistress Arella was picked up by taxi, taking the keys to my cock cage with Her while I was left to return to my room.

On Sunday morning when I woke up, something didn’t seem quite right. To my amazement, embarrassment and disappointment I noticed that my chastity device had slipped off whilst I was sleeping. Mistress Arella was right, my cock is tiny, how could it have slipped out of the device? This was going to take some explaining. We had arranged to meet at 2pm and Mistress Arella gave me a quick phone call to let me know she was a couple of minutes away.

Mistress had arranged to hire a dungeon for this session. The owner of the place is another Prague domme, tall blonde and attractive. As we entered the building we had to go in an elevator, that could only comfortably fit in 2 people, 3 at a stretch. I offered to take the stairs but was told it was ok to use the lift with both Mistresses. This could be many slaves fantasy to be trapped in a elevator with 2 beautiful Mistresses, however my mind was firmly focused on serving Mistress Arella alone and in fact I don’t think I would ever want a double domme session. Mistress Arella is all I need in my life.

We entered the dungeon. As I was getting undressed, I had to explain that my chastity device had slipped off. Mistress was not impressed as She had wanted me to be begging for release during the session. She accused me of removing the chastity device during the night so I could masturbate. This honestly was not the case but I was to be punished anyway. Mistress ordered me to put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, my hands were secured to an overhead beam and my ankles fastened together so I could not move. The Trump mask was placed over my face in a way that I could not see a thing. I felt some hard blows on my bottom and thighs that felt like they were administered by a wooden spoon or paddle. This lasted for about 5 min, after that Mistress took the mask off again, released my hands and asked me to secure Her stockings to the suspender belt that She was wearing underneath a see-through animal print dress She changed into while I was blindfolded.

I was then told to bend over a spanking horse. My arms were secured and Mistress chose a cane to use on me. Again this was very painful and I knew I would have cane marks etched on my body. I accepted my punishment as a slave should, without complaint.

Mistress then secures me to a bondage chair. Nipple clamps are applied and She proceeds to whip my upper legs as well as my cock and balls. Weights are attached to the nipple clamps. My nipples are now feeling very sore. I am at Her full mercy. One of Mistress Arella’s favourite forms of punishment is digging Her long sharp nails into my nipples. For a slave like myself with very sensitive nipples, this is both very painful and very pleasurable at the same time. Even a week later Her finger nails are still imprinted in my nipples, such a lovely feeling.

As the next form of punishment Mistress chooses to clamp my cock in a special device. I was stood in the middle of the room, hands secured behind my back, ankles secured in place, cock flattened in the clamp. Severe nipple clamps were applied to my nipples to intensify the experience. Mistress Arella took a small leather whip and proceeded to whip my cock and balls. This was particularly painful when the whip hit the tip of my cock, sometimes she would whip me so fast it would not allow me to catch my breath. I naturally tried to pull away but my cock was securely clamped so my attempts were futile. This feeling is actually amazing, I am in my fantasy position, completely helpless whilst Mistress Arella whips my cock relentlessly. Mistress then picks up Her cane and hits my cock with it a few times.

Mistress then sits down on Her throne to have a drink, whilst I massage Her feet. I love being in this position. It gives me perfect sight of Her beautiful long legs and the occasional flash of Her black panties. Mistress Arella asks if I think I deserve the privilege of masturbating and if so, why. I can only come up with one good reason. To my surprise She orders me to masturbate, my cock is dry and bruised and I struggle to get it hard. She gives me some lube to help the process which quickly has the desired effect. She tells me to let Her know when I am on the point of cumming. I work away to get to this point and tell Her that I am just about to cum. At this point Mistress marches me into the shower and puts the temperature on ice cold to soften my cock again. To be so close to cumming and then be thrown in an ice cold shower is what I deserve. Mistress Arella rarely lets me masturbate during sessions, so really I should have known this would happen.

In a way having a ruined orgasm just reinforces the full control Mistress Arella has over me. It makes the session more intense, I love it. I thought the session has ended but Mistress Arella says it is not over yet. She hands me the panties She wore in the session and says “play with these”. She then takes shower whilst I sniff the panties. I love Mistress Arella’s scent, the scent of my owner, the scent of a real woman. Mistress Arella in the meantime gets changed into a lovely skirt & blouse, wearing Her knee-high leather boots She looks so sexy. Mistress tells me I can take Her panties home as a souvenir which I gratefully accept.

Again Mistress Arella has booked another fine-dining venue, this time a Michelin Star restaurant set on the 27th floor overlooking Prague. This could be considered one of the most romantic settings for a meal out with your girlfriend/wife but I know my place as Mistress Arella’s personal slave. I enjoy being in the company of the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world, enjoying good food and great conversation. It is a time where we can both relax and talk freely about life in general. The perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

I have grown to learn that by serving Mistress Arella I am fulfilling my deepest desires, it is my perfect life and I love every aspect of it. It defines the person I really am. My only regrets are that I did not meet Her sooner. I want to devote my entire life to Her, to be Her number one slave, to be a real slave. I live just to serve my Mistress. Everything else in my life does not even compare.

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Lingerie delivery

I am very pleased that the regular gift deliveries I was so used to last year had been resumed!

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From B.´s journal – part 7

October 5, 2012

During the conference today, I exchanged several emails with Mistress. Most of them were about a fur coat that She wants to get. I have to say, it would be awesome if She had one. Some time ago She got a silver fox collar from me which looks amazing on Her. I think it would totally blow my mind to see Her in a soft fur coat. During the last couple of months my financial situation hasn´t been good. My major client owes me a large amount that he was due to pay 6 or 7 weeks ago. As a consequence, it seems we won´t be able to go to Residenz Avalon this month as we have planned. Mistress is getting annoyed with the situation now and today She sent me this message: If things don´t improve pretty fast, I will need to start offering you to my clients for dick sucking and other services to earn us the money that way. How would you like it? I´m pretty confident there would be a lot of demand for an obedient, exotic looking, slim slave with great oral skills. I was shocked when I read this. I think I read it three or four times. I tried to concentrate on the presentation but it was impossible. Her words echoed through my mind. What can I do? I toil for Mistress and besides that I´m also working hard to earn money but the project I´m working on now will only start earning me something substantial in November. I really didn´t know what to say.

After about forty minutes I couldn´t take it anymore, I had to respond. I begged my Mistress to give me some more time to make this right again. I pleaded with Her not to rent me out. Later on Mistress replied. She had found two fur collars that She wanted to have. She accompanied the links with the following text: You would only need to suck two clients to be able to afford them. Maybe we should seriously consider this option. I felt a shiver ran down my spine. She had done it again. From time to time She toys with me like this, mentioning things She knows I would hate to do, whereas the fact that She would make me do it excites me very much. This combination of excitement and repulsion just drives me mad and makes me feel even more submissive towards my Owner. The fact that She knows I´ll do anything for Her makes these remarks so powerful.

October 30, 2012

I was supposed to send Mistress a few ideas as what I can cook for Her during Her next stay with me. Yesterday I asked Mistress whether She liked any of the pasta dishes I had sent Her earlier, but She did not approve of any of those. Mistress wants something more special of course. Today I did not have much time to search for recipes so Mistress got impatient and gave me clear instructions as to what She expected to be served. Mistress also casually informed me that She would sort out my clothes. That means that She will go through my wardrobe and make two heaps of garments – approved and disapproved ones. I have a strong feeling that the “approved” pile will be very small, since Mistress generally doesn´t like the way I dress. Her grip on my life tightens again. She had already made it very clear that I am not to buy any clothes that She doesn´t personally choose for me.

On Sunday, when I was masturbating, I used a calliper to measure my cock for Mistress. She had already measured it once before but now She wanted to know what the difference in circumference is when I wear a cock ring and when I don´t. Without the cock ring the girth turned out to be 11.3cm. That is definitely far below Mistress´ standards. Today Mistress allowed me to play with myself while wearing the ring. I assured Her that I would not cum, because I´m not allowed to.

One of the reasons why Mistress didn´t lock me up this time before She left The Netherlands was to enable me to take the measurements. The other one was that I was a bit ill and She thought I would recover faster if I was comfortable. So I stroked my cock a bit while watching one of Mistress´ videos in order to maximize the size. When I thought it was at its full capacity, I slid the calliper around the shaft again. The girth was then almost 13cm.That is about the average according to the statistics I told Mistress, but Mistress reminded me that average is not good enough for Her. Of course. Now I am supposed to test a vacuum pump to see whether the figure will change again. Slowly the blood found its way back to my body and I could calm down a bit knowing that I had accomplished the task for my Mistress. When I was finally able to remove the cock ring, I received another email from my Owner:  It´s sex time now ;-). Oh wow. She had told me that during the weekend She would inform me when She was about to be pleasured by another man, and this was the first time. My cock was rock hard again within seconds. Mistress surely knows how to keep my excited.

November 9, 2012

Mistress and I meet really often these days. She had arrived to Holland again to spend a few days with me. Unfortunately we both have a bit of cold so we agreed that we would skip the planned session. That means that next time there will be two to make up for the missed opportunity. I am already full of anticipation, especially because Mistress had informed me, with a twinkle in her eye, that She had ordered a few rather vicious toys to tease and torture me with. I have no clue what those might be and She´s certainly not going to tell me as there is nothing else Mistress likes better than to surprise and amaze me during our play-time. We both love to session in the dungeons but we also enjoy real-life servitude very much. This time Mistress has decided to go through my wardrobe and sort my clothes. Garments that She doesn´t like will need to be disposed off or donated to charity. She may then decide to take me to the shops and choose some new clothes for me. I have no right to decide what to buy. She´s in charge of this, as well as many other aspects of my life.

K.’s journal part 3

How Mistress Arella Saved my Life

This blog will tell you how having a whipping from Mistress Arella can actually save your life.

For the past 5 years I have only been able to receive punishments from Pro Dommes that would not bruise or mark me due to me having a wife. This has been frustrating for me as I do enjoy being severely punished and prior to being married I could visit a Pro Domme and be bruised & marked without having to worry. I was pleased when my wife decided to book a holiday for 3 weeks, leaving me home alone. My first thought was to invite Mistress Arella to London so that we could have a no limits session where she could bruise & mark me as much as she wanted.

Mistress Arella had been bought a new leather whip by one of her slaves, the whip was thick, hard and had a solid end part which when used can cause immense pain. Mistress had doubts whether to use this whip on me due to the pain it may cause, however she decided I deserved a harsh whipping, so proceeded to strap me to a whipping bench so that I was fully restrained and have no choice but to accept a harsh whipping.

The first strike was painful, I did not know how many strikes I could take, but I had no choice, Mistress continued to whip me 1,2,3,4….20 then I lost count. A thoroughly painful yet enjoyable whipping.

The bruising appeared almost straight away, that evening I could see the bruising on my bottom and upper leg, nothing unusual there, it would be what you would expect after a harsh whipping, so I thought nothing of it and went to bed. It was painful to lie down and sleep, again to be expected. The next morning I woke up to find the bruise had spread down the back of my leg, again I thought nothing of it, as long as the bruising disappeared before my wife returned from holiday I did not mind. Throughout the week I noticed the bruise was getting worse rather than better, after 7 days it had spread from my bottom/upper legs right down to my calf. My whole leg was bruised. I posted a photo of this on Twitter and Mistress Arella was immediately concerned as this was not a usual reaction to a whipping. Mistress Arella spoke to her ex personal slave who advised that the bruising usually disappeared fairly quickly after a whipping. Mistress Arella advised me to visit my doctor.

On visiting my doctor he was a little concerned so he decided to carry out a few tests, whilst there I also advised him I had a digestive problem where I could not swallow food easily. This resulted in a number of tests including having a camera put down my throat. After many many tests and needles being put into me and being prodded around, they discovered that I had some cancerous cells in my oesophagus, obviously I was a little shocked although not overly surprised as I have always struggled to eat food.The acid from my stomach had entered my oesophagus and created a sore about an inch wide, as this had been happening my whole life the sore had developed into a form of cancer.

Over the next month I went through further tests and found that the cancer was non aggressive and could be treated fairly easily, which obviously was a great relief for me. Next week I am due to have the section that is affected cut out which should in theory clear me of the cancerous cells. I will need a few treatments after the operation to ensure this is the case.

If the cancer had not been detected at such an early stage my prognosis could have been very different. This is thanks to the whipping I received from Mistress Arella, had I not had that whipping I would not have gone to the doctors, had Mistress Arella not seen the bruising and suggested that I visit my doctor the cancer would still be undetected.

The moral of this short blog post is go and have a session with Mistress Arella, it could possibly save your life.

This did make me think of a new fetish which I am yet to see if Mistress Arella will take advantage of. The fact Mistress Arella has saved my life, means that I now owe her my life and should do anything she wants according to an old Chinese proverb. I will have to wait and see.

When Mistress Arella next visits London I will be fully recovered. I hope the fact I have been unwell Mistress Arella does not feel she cannot fully punish me. We have agreed to no more harsh whippings but I hope there is an alternative activity that can cause me pain without the bruising & marks.

Thank you for saving my life Mistress Arella.

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