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Photoshoot

hello fans,

I would like to do another professional photoshoot in Prague soon. If anyone would like to sponsor it, I would be delighted.

I can give you a set of not to be published images from that particular shoot or can treat you to some Skype time or you can even attend the shoot itself if you are based in Prague (if you want to actively participate, you would need to be of athletic built and be comfortable showing your face or at least most of it).

The estimate cost would be 220 eur.

xx

MA

 

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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Gifts from the past

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Bespoke leather catsuit was a gift from slave Harald, boots I got from Mike.

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Silver fox collar was yet another treat from slave B.

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Latex outfit as well as the shoes were paid for by online slave James.

Expensive leather

I´m wearing £1100 worth of leather in this picture, courtesy of my ever generous personal slave K. I guess I have a bit of luxury fetish although I´m currently trying to scale it down in some areas. After all there is only so much expensive clothes and shoes a girl can wear 🙂

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Picture by charliepycraft.co.uk

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Client from hell

A few years ago, I was unfortunate enough to come across a client who makes my blood boil till this day. Not permanently of course, but each time something or someone reminds me of him. The first time we met for an extended session, he seemed reasonably nice and charming. He gave me the expected tribute, we had a drink and a pleasant chat during the rather enjoyable session that was mostly foot worship related.  Although he was clearly topping from the bottom, he was not rude or over the top pushy so I did not see a reason why make fuss about it.

After the session, we stayed in touch by email and a few weeks later he decided to book a whole weekend arrangement. At that point it was already clear to me that although he was referring to himself as a “slave”,  he was not even submissive. However, many clients we dommes see are not truly submissive (some don’t even pretend to be), so it was hardly a reason to turn him down.

I booked a dungeon suite for which he paid the required deposit.

The day we were supposed to meet he was running late and sent me a text message to inform me about it. I thought I would iron the clothes I brought with me for the weekend in the meantime, as it seemed pointless to be staring at the wall for 10 or 15 min. When he eventually arrived, he noticed the plugged in iron and told me off for not being ready for him. I gasped. Next he started removing numerous diamond rings from his fingers. He was running a diamond emporium he told me the first time we met. Few seconds later he looked at my feet and started scolding me again, this time for having too short toe nails (sorry, they break sometimes – even Goddesses are just people) and not wearing the right nail polish. He asked for baby pink. I was wearing metallic baby pink. Apparently, huge mistake. Today I know I should have called the dungeon owner and asked him to remove the man from his property for being disrespectful, then I should have left myself. Or the other way round. Alas, I was less experienced back then and trying to be as professional as possible, determined not to ruin the client’s experience even at the cost of the (significant) discomfort he was causing me. I think I was also embarrassed about getting such a moron client and not very keen to involve other people in what would apparently escalate into a huge argument, most likely with the client requesting a refund of the dungeon rent deposit. I thought I could still handle him.

Instead I suggested to get the nails redone at the nearby mall. He agreed and decided to accompany me. Unfortunately on the way back I realised I left my phone in the dungeon which meant I did not have the door code on me. I almost panicked at that point. If the dungeon owner was out, we would never get back in again. Needless to say, I was fairly stressed out by then. Fortunately the dungeon keeper let us in. The client asked me if he could spend the night at my feet although the deal was that he would sleep in the cage. I refused. We were about to start the first session of the weekend. Probably because I was so stressed out, I forgot to ask him for the tribute. He certainly did not volunteer to give it to me either. After the session he was sort of dozing under my feet. At some point I decided it was getting totally beyond my control and I’d rather ask him for the tribute than risk that I would not get any.

Oh my. You should had seen his reaction. Again he scolded me for “rudely” and “inappropriately” interrupting his enjoyment. Next he informed me that he had no money on him  (clearly not true) so I told him he would need to go to the cashpoint. He asked how much it was anyway and I told him that we agreed he would pay the same hourly rate as last time. Angrily he informed me that long sessions tend to come with a discounted rate to which I responded that it was too late to try to negotiate a more favourable rate in the middle of the arrangement and suggested that he checks our email conversation or perhaps my website where the rate was stated. He was not willing to do either, instead started shouting at me that he was no “cash cow”.  It was impossible to keep calm any longer so I shouted at him back that noone forced him to book two days with a Mistress. He could had booked a few hours instead if money was an issue. There were many other things said that night. He decided to cut the arrangement short, which, frankly, was the only reasonable option considering how negatively we both felt about each other by then.

He gave me a few hundred pounds and asked me to get him a cab, which I did. While waiting for the car, he started collecting his diamond rings and even attempted a friendly chit chat. I asked him if he was serious when he invited me to visit him in Australia during our first session. He said he did not mean it just as he did not mean to be my real slave. Basically he was just role-playing the whole time, feeding me all kinds of bull-shit that was turning him on, never bothering to warn me it should not be taken literally. Unsurprisingly, I was extremely relieved to see the guy go.

It was the worst experience I have ever had with a client but you know that saying “What does not kill you makes you stronger”. Which it did actually. At least in terms of my profession.

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The Lazy Slave comics part 3 by Unterwuerfling

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The Lazy Slave comics part 2 by Unterwuerfling

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You can never have me…

but it is so easy to serve me!

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Latest pair of Italian leather boots for my collection

Freshly delivered! Courtesy of slave Unterwuerfling.

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