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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 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.

From Mistress´ Diary part 1

December 2013

Recently B. and myself signed a purchase contract on a large flat that is located in the greater center of Prague. It will be mostly financed through mortgage that he secured from a local bank. The slave has another mortgage on the house he lives in in The Netherlands and also pays rent for his office but we don’t travel, shop or fine dine as much as we used to so it should work out financially just fine I think.

As I already mentioned, we are much more settled down nowadays. We still have a lot of fun together but the relationship is not fueled by sessions and mind games so much anymore. In 2012 we often met twice a month, occasionally even more often than that. I very strongly felt that the slave would have had hard time to manage without me. Now it feels different. We meet every 5-6 weeks on average and there have not been any crying episodes for at least 18 months now. Although I generally don’t like needy men at all, B. never came across as needy or manipulative even when he was a complete mess emotionally. You just see people differently if you respect them I guess.

In any case the relationship still feels pretty strong. I can’t imagine that the slave would let me co-own his property if he was not sure about us, especially considering I am not financially participating although I have invested a lot of time and efforts to make this happen, from checking offers to going to viewings, translating at bank, communicating with estate agents, gas company, electricians, furniture sellers, insurance company, setting up direct debits and standing orders etc.

Shortly after the contract had been signed, I moved some of my stuff in. “Welcome to your new home, Mistress”, the slave said and handed me a bunch of keys. We knew I would not live there permanently but would visit whenever B. was in town and of course had the liberty to be there even when he was away if I needed to or wanted to.

May 2015

The slave and I spent whole week together in The Netherlands this month. That is very unusual as we typically only spend a long weekend together every 6 weeks or so these days. B.´s parents went on holidays and they wanted him to house-sit their villa. I´m not sure but I think it was even their idea that we stay there together. It was very kind of them to allow me to join B. in any case, especially as they have never met me.

The slave picked me up at the airport as he always does. We hugged and headed to the parking lot. It was about half an hour drive to the village where his parents live. B. showed me around the modern ground floor first. I noticed fresh flowers in a vase in the kitchen. He usually gets me some. Allegedly I am the only woman he has ever bought flowers for. He really knows what to say to make me feel special. Next we headed to the basement where there was a good size swimming pool. I could not wait to take a dip. We moved upstairs where B. showed me my bedroom and bathroom. Everything was prepared for me by B.´s mum including towels and toiletries. Wow. I was impressed.

The slave had just replaced his no longer reliable Alfa Romeo Brera with a newish Toyota GT86. He has a black one while mine is metallic orange. Unfortunately that made money even tighter than before so we ate mostly in and focused on free or affordable activities such as museums, outdoor photoshoots, swimming in the pool etc. However, the slave suggested that we go to a huge fashion outlet one day. Probably not the best idea given the circumstances. Fortunately he did not spend a lot of money there as I only liked one shirt.

B. had put a lot of efforts into organizing the photoshoots. He asked a well-off friend of his if I could pose with his Maserati and Cesna. I was excited when the friend agreed. As slave and I talked about this upcoming photoshoot, I joked that perhaps I should make his wealthy older friend my sugar daddy. B. and I have very similar sense of humour and we always get each other´s jokes. Apparently not this time as he was afraid I might be serious! WTF?? I sometimes say I have made the wrong choice and, in fact, should be dating B.´s father or brother as they both have higher salaries than B. does. Interestingly, he never thought I might mean that.

Happy Women´s Day!

K.’s journal part 6

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.

K.’s journal part 4

My First Visit to Prague
After a lot of thought I decided I should show my true devotion to Mistress Arella by visiting Prague. Mistress Arella had already visited London 3 times within a year. The last time being in March where I spent 4 days exclusively in her company which was more than I could ever dream of, but it was time to show Mistress Arella how serious I am about being her Personal Slave.

The decision to visit Prague is one I did not take lightly, mainly due to the fact I am married and for any married man to visit another country without their wife’s knowledge can be difficult and for some impossible. My planning for the trip had to be perfect. After a few email conversations with Mistress Arella my mind was made up, I therefore booked my flight to Prague.

This is obviously a high risk for me, but my desire to serve Mistress Arella is overwhelming, it is something I must do.

I shall take you back to a conversation I had with my wife a few weeks previously, we were discussing people who cheated on their partners, so I dropped into the conversation “How would you feel if I visited a Pro Domme, no sex involved just me being punished, whipped etc..?” She answered ” I would be devastated”. Obviously I do not want to hurt my wife but I know in my heart that I could never stop serving Mistress Arella and if it came to the choice of choosing between being married or being able to serve my Mistress for life, I would honestly choose serving Mistress Arella. That is what makes me truly happy.

This brings me onto the subject of blackmail, many slaves´ fantasy, but not one of mine. However, this did make me realise although blackmail has never been discussed with my Mistress, she does hold an amazing depth of power over me. If ever I really upset Her, she has my home address, telephone number plus a lot of other information including photos of me in her recent photoshoot. All this could be used to destroy my marriage. Like I mentioned this never needs to be discussed but we both know the power Mistress Arella now has over me.

Lets get back to the main subject, my visit to Prague. The anticipation had been building since I booked the flight ticket. I could hardly sleep the night before my visit, I had to be up at 5am to leave for my flight. Luckily the flight was on time and I arrived in Prague just before midday. I decided to have a quick snack at the airport so not to be too early for our arranged 2pm session. The taxi driver gave me a little fright when he almost dropped me off at another address, but we did eventually find the correct building to my relief.

I was early so decided to go for a walk, my phone was in my bag so I did not realise Mistress Arella had tried to phone me. I phoned her back and she said I could come straight away to the dungeon. On entering the dungeon Mistress looked her usual stunning self, dressed in a leather pencil skirt, white shirt and black stockings. Very smart, office type attire. Beautiful.

In my own fantasy I had hoped Mistress would say “I do not care if your wife finds out, you will be punished and marked severely”. That is my fantasy but in reality, I would never want my wife to find out. Luckily Mistress shows some compassion and says she will not mark me……much.

The session shall be 3 hours long and Mistress tells me to take a shower before we start. As I come out of the shower, in my boxer shorts, Mistress quickly tells me to remove them immediately. I am told to kneel in front of her and a collar is placed on me. I am secured to a cross and blindfolded, Mistress uses the new inflatable gag I bought for her, I am impressed with its quality and feel. She proceeds to attach nipple clamps on me whilst also whipping my erect penis. Weights are added to the nipple clamps and clamps and weights are also added to my balls. The few whip strokes I have already received have bruised my legs and my penis. After what seems like ages I am released from the cross, my arms and hands have pins & needles, but the blood flow soon returns to normal.

My ankles are attached to a bondage device that has an inbuilt, adjustable penis clamp. My cock is tightly secured in place. Mistress then uses the new leather arm binder as well as the bondage hood I recently purchased. The mask has a permanent blindfold and is padded around the ears.  I am now completely helpless, unable to see, hear or move. I am at Mistress Arella’s mercy. The hood is very hot and it is quite hard to breathe. I am relieved when Mistress eventually removes it and releases me from the penis clamp.

The next device to be used is a small table, it has a small circular hole in it, just enough space to fit my penis through. Mistress orders me to lay down underneath the table and place my penis through the hole. She then sits down on the table and reveals the new painful nipple clamps I recently bought. These are very large and are best placed on a slave in the lying down position. I can assure you they are extremely painful, so much that in fact my penis goes completely limp. Mistress looks disappointed as she wanted to administer some CBT to my fully erect cock.

Mistress then tells me I shall receive some flogging over the whipping horse. Due to the no marks rule, Mistress is fairly gentle with me.

I am later told to get up as I am now to be placed in the small cage, while Mistress places the bondage hood on me again. I crawl into the cage and Mistress locks the door. I can faintly hear Mistress talking to me, I believe she is sitting on the throne relaxing and having a drink, whilst watching me pathetically struggle to move in the cage.

I am eventually released from the cage and Mistress orders me to start kissing her shoes and feet. I have never classed myself as a foot fetishist, however Mistress Arella has such beautiful feet, I am fast becoming a big fan of them. I am told to kiss her legs as well, Mistress Arella has the most beautiful long legs and I do find legs one of the most attractive features. I could spend all day worshipping them. I am in heaven. Even more so when she removes her stockings to reveal her soft subtle skin, could this session get any better? Well yes, Mistress asks me to massage her feet & legs, this is what I was born to do, to serve and please my Mistress.

The session is almost coming to an end when Mistress spots some leather cuffs hanging from a chain from the ceiling. She decides to secure me to these for a bit of caning.

After the session Mistress tells me to clean all the equipment that has been used whilst she has a shower. I proceed to clean everything, as usual I make a few mistakes doing this part of the job which Mistress points out as she comes out of the shower. I notice she is dressed in one of the stunning dresses I had bought for her. She looks so beautiful, so hard to imagine that a woman who looks so beautiful & elegant can be such an amazing Pro Domme.

We are due to go to a fine dining restaurant, so I have a quick shower and we order a taxi to the restaurant. As usual Mistress´ choice of restaurant is amazing. The setting is perfect, the menu is appetising and we proceed to have a lovely meal and interesting conversation. The fine dining experiences I have enjoyed with Mistress Arella are truly out of this world. It is where I fully appreciate her qualities not only as a Pro Domme but also as a lovely human being, interesting, witty, just pure elegance & class. How can one woman have it all? Well, Mistress Arella does.

My time with my Mistress is almost at an end, her driver has texted her to say he is outside, my taxi is due shortly to take me to the airport. I feel sad to be leaving but this trip has confirmed to me that I want to be Mistress Arella’s personal slave forever. I just hope I can please her enough so she does not get bored of me. I long to do so much more to please my Mistress, I really will do anything she asks of me, I am going home feeling owned, happy and content in the knowledge that I have shown Mistress Arella that I am serious about my position as her Personal Slave and that I am reliable and can be trusted.

I cannot wait until my next visit to Prague.

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From B.´s journal – part 10

December 14, 2012

Ok, that was a bummer. I arrived at the airport too late and missed my flight to Prague. Fortunately I was  able to book another one for the same day. Mistress and I were supposed to meet in my apartment but because of my delayed arrival She ordered me to come straight to the restaurant that She booked for our dinner. Over the meal Mistress scolded me mercilessly for being so hopeless when it comes to time management and for wasting Her money on the expensive airticket I had to buy to get to Prague at all. She had me trembling during the entire dinner. I didn´t know what to do or say anymore. She really has a firm grip on me mentally. She kept looking at me with Her piercing eyes and I felt weaker every minute. “It seems that you don´t really care, slave”, was one of the things She said to me, but that is really not true. I can´t describe what I feel for Her and I care even more about being allowed to serve Her. My world would end if She ever dismissed me. Even the threat that I am no longer Her number one slave makes me go crazy. Maybe that is what people call jealousy?

Tomorrow morning we will have a session. Mistress told me that She originally had a very pleasant scenario in mind, but some severe punishment will nevertheless have to be included because of how I disappointed Her. I felt, and still feel, so bad for failing Her today. Fortunately we are going to Portugal for Christmas and I will have an entire week there to show Her how devoted I am to Her. There will be no distractions, just me serving Her in any way She sees fit. I am really looking forward to this, not only because I can show Mistress the true slave I really am, but also because I can then finally only focus on Her and Her needs. Now I have too many distractions from work.

Still shaking and completely mentally broken I followed Her to pick our coats up. First I helped Mistress into Her black jacket. She was wearing red blouse, that makes Her curves stand out perfectly and a pair of elegant black trousers. I really like that distinguished look. The high heeled boots made Her just a little bit taller than I was so that way She looked even more dominant. Then our coats were brought. My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I saw how the black mink was draped around Mistress´ slim body. Oh my, the collar of the coat is very, very thick and almost reaches Her cheeks. I was already meek as a little lamb, but the sight of my Mistress standing next to me wearing this marvellous coat almost made me fall to my knees. The way Her perfectly smooth and pale complexion contrasts with the dark mink fur… How Her wonderful, long and shiny brunette Hair lusciously falls over the fur of Her coat… I literally bent my knees but She noticed and urged me to stay on my feet. What a magnificent image! My Goddess, towering over me, enchanting me with Her beauty, power, wisdom and knowledge. It seems there is nothing else for me in this life than serving my Owner.

December 15, 2012

Just a few more meters and I will arrive in the dungeon. It is not even 10.30 in the morning, but from all the stress from yesterday I am totally awake and very alert. All of a sudden a thought crosses my mind. I am not that alert after all, how could I forget??? Mistress ordered me to bring certain props from the Netherlands. I had done that, of course. Yesterday before I went to bed I put everything in one bag and placed that bag on the table in the apartment, to make sure that I wouldn´t forget to bring it to the dungeon. In a flash I see the text message Mistress sent me this morning to remind me not to forget. Oh no!!! I press the knob of the bell with trembling fingers. Yesterday I missed my flight to Prague, and now She will probably have to change the scenario for the session, because I did not bring the toys She wanted to use. As I descend the stairways into the basement, I feel my courage sink to an all-time low. How am I supposed to tell Her this?

Mistress looks more stunning than ever. She is wearing thigh high black boots with very high heels. I look up a bit more to discover that She is also wearing a red latex mini-skirt, black underbust corset and a cropped black top that makes my mouth start watering the moment I notice Her sexy cleavage. We enter the main chamber and I tell Mistress what had happened. She is far from amused, but doesn´t lose Her temper. Without hesitation She orders me to climb on the bondage chair. I always bring my own cuffs because my wrists are very thin, but because I don´t have them this time, Mistress instead attaches ropes to both my wrists and ties me up to the chair. She comes closer to me. I have a perfect view of Her magnificent body that is now being accentuated by the tight latex clothing She is wearing. She leans over a bit and exposes Her sexy cleavage. ”Today I will do things to you that you really don´t like”. Mistress says while pinching my nipples and gently squeezing my balls and cock. I am getting really horny but I also wonder what it could be that I really don´t like, because I actually like everything Mistress does to me, however cruel or brutal it might be.

She grabs a small bottle and sprays some of its content onto my now fully erect cock and also onto my balls. “Oh no”, I utter. This will surely be a very unpleasant punishment. I have only ever told Mistress one thing I really don´t like and it seems that this is exactly what is about to happen to me now. With a daring look in Her eyes, She pierces the skin of my cock with the first needle. I have had really bad experience with this type of play. Back then it was done with regular sewing kit needles. They were sterilized in a flame so not only were they very thick, they were also really hot and not sharp enough. The woman pierced my nipples with several needles and also stuck some really deep into my cock and ball sack. I remember passing out from it. In goes the second needle. “You see how good it is that Mistress knows about the things you hate. How else can I punish you? If I cane you, you will actually enjoy it”. With these words my Mistress pricks the next needle into the foreskin of my cock, and another one. The feeling is actually not bad at all. These needles are very thin and I have to admit that it feels quite nice. I breathe out from relief. This is nothing like what I had experienced before. I know I can trust Mistress with my body entirely, but She did really frighten me for a moment.

After a few minutes Mistress removes all the needles from my cock and ball sack. I shall thank Her for removing the fear of needle play from my psyche. Mistress informs me that I will be in chastity until at least next week, when we go on holidays to Madeira. I know that recently I have miserably failed Her many times, but staying in chastity all this time is so frustrating. It has been two weeks now, which is not too long, but you have to realize that Mistress keeps teasing me on a regular basis, so I am constantly horny without getting any release. I was hoping to be allowed to cum this weekend, also because it is my birthday today, but I am well aware that I don´t deserve it. I am now instructed to work on Mistress´ jacket. There is some kind of fluff coming out from the lining. She hands me the garment with a pair of scissors.  It takes me a bit of time to clean the entire thing and when I say that I think I´m ready, Mistress points out that I forgot to do the sleeves. I swiftly finish the task.

Mistress now tells me to get a collar from the rack at the wall. I pick one but that one is not to Her liking. I crawl back to get another one. This one seems to be too large. Finally I choose one that fits. I kneel down in front of the chair Mistress is sitting on and She places the collar around my neck. Humbly I lower my head and stare at the floor as She does this. From the corners of my eyes I see how She gets up from the chair. Her high heels tick firmly on the stone dungeon floor. Mistress now ties my hands together behind my back with a strong leather strap around each wrist. Next Mistress attaches a rope to my collar and says: “We are going for a little walk. Would you like it if I took you outside like this?”I always find it really hard to answer this type of questions. Images flash through my mind where I see us walking in the snowy streets of Prague. My Mistress, who is wearing Her warm fur coat, pulls me on a leash behind Her. I am totally naked, except of the collar around my neck and the leather straps that keep my wrists bound tightly behind my back. This image turns me on immediately. In my mind I feel so proud to be shown to the world like this but I don´t really dare to admit this to Mistress. I´m always afraid that She will think that my ideas are too perverse or extreme so I struggle with the answer. “I thought you didn´t have any limits, slave?” She asks me. Yes, She is right. I don´t believe in limits, at least not in limits that the slave can come up with. Mistress is the judge of what is acceptable and what is not. In a couple of minutes it becomes clear that we are not going outside but that Mistress will once again lock me up in that dark, damp and cold cellar. She makes me stand with my legs spread apart so they almost touch the walls on both sides. My hands are still secured behind my back and now Mistress also ties my ankles to the rings in the wall. I can move my body, but can´t move my feet anymore, so I have to be careful not to lose balance and fall. Without saying a word, Mistress switches the light off, closes the door and leaves me behind in the pitch black darkness.

I have no idea what is about to happen and all kinds of thoughts cross my mind. A few minutes later Mistress returns. She is holding a flashlight that She points right in my face. The cell is otherwise completely dark so I can hardly see Her. “Last time, during interrogation, I forgot to ask about your Master Plan, slave”. Ai, now it is going to get serious. I always teasingly tell Mistress that I have a Master Plan, but honestly, there is actually a lot of truth in it. I do have quite a few ideas about what I would like us to accomplish and what should happen in the future, but I always keep it a bit of a secret. Partly because I like to tease my Owner, but mainly because I´m afraid to tell Her certain details. “Tell me! What is the Master Plan?!?!”Sometimes I think that Mistress have had military training, because She can be so fierce when She really wants to get some information out of me. I stammer a bit but then tell Her about one of the main goals I have. “I would like to unleash Your full Goddess potential, Mistress. I think there is a true Goddess inside You and I would like You to become Your true self and live like the Superior Queen You are”. There, that was not too hard but I didn´t say anything about my own role in this plan.

The bright light of the flashlight keeps stinging in my eyes as Mistress continues to interrogate me. “Tell me more!”, She orders in a very assertive tone. Anyone who has ever met Mistress knows what that sounds like. How can one refuse Her when She commands you like that. Well, I persevered and said that I was really afraid to tell Her, because She would find it ridiculous. She comes closer to me and says: “I will help you a bit”. Her hand first starts squeezing my balls and the next minute I feel a very sharp pain in both my arms. Mistress attached two tiny but extremely severe clamps to my skin. “You know that eventually you will have to tell me anyway, so you might as well do it now”, says Mistress. I feel that I am starting to become emotional. I have such an intense feeling of love and devotion for my Mistress, it is unreal. I had already told Her about my feelings towards Her some time ago. I try to utter the first words as my eyes become watery. I am afraid that if I tell Her this, She might reject me or disapprove.  “Mistress, I would like to marry You.” The words are out, and so are a few tears that are now dripping over my cheeks. “Nice!” That is all Mistress said while removing the terrible clamps from my arms. “Really? I was afraid that You wouldn´t approve of that Mistress”, I reply. “Well, I have no control over your feelings, slave”, She responds. But actually She does. She controls me in every way thinkable including my emotions. She can break me with a few simple words or gestures. Mistress subsequently unties my ankles and I am to follow Her to the hallway.

There She instructs me to take off Her high black boots and stockings. The latex skirt is also removed and so is the corset. There is a zipper at the front of the little top Mistress is wearing and She tells me to open it. Her gorgeous breasts pop out from under the tight latex. Eventually I am even allowed to remove Her undies. She is now standing in front of me completely naked. Her beautiful body is towering over me as I am kneeling on the floor, folding Her latex clothes. “You will now wash me, slave”, says Mistress. Wow, I am actually allowed to wash the sexy body of my Goddess! I am allowed to touch Her naked skin! We walk towards the bathroom. I humbly kneel down in the shower, open the tap and make sure the water has pleasant temperature. Then I carefully wash my Owner´s entire body. The body of a Goddess is like a temple and so is my Mistress´. Her skin feels so incredibly smooth and soft. I gently touch Her breasts, slowly I move downwards to Her belly, next I rinse Her back, Her beautiful bottom, superior legs and dinky feet. I take a towel and very cautiously and gently dab all the water from Her skin. Afterwards I help Her get dressed.

We head to the Old Town to have lunch. Afterwards Mistress wants to show me the fur store where She and Her new slave bought that magnificent mink and fox coat She is wearing right now. For me it is hard to keep my eyes off Her but while walking I notice that almost everybody who approaches us looks at Mistress with amazement. Both men and women are completely blown away by Her appearance. She looks stunning clad in the furs. Mistress tells the shop assistant that we would like to look at the coats. They have an amazing collection there. Mistress notices a knitted rabbit fur jacket with fox trims. She wants to try it on. Automatically I reach for Her coat and handbag. She doesn´t have to instruct me on these small details, I always try to be there for Her at the right time. I watch Mistress with anticipation as She is putting the jacket on. The moment the fur wraps around Her body, something changes. Mistress gets a different look on Her face and radiates royalty, superiority and divinity even more than usual. I look at Her and immediately think that She must have this garment. It suits Her just so perfectly. I try not to show my enthusiasm and ask Her if She likes it. Of course She does so I buy it for Her. This is the second fur coat Mistress got within a week .

**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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