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From Mistress´ Diary part 4

Around the time I broke up with slave B., two new wonderful personal slaves found their way into my life. They are different age, nationality, ethnic background and have different family status as well as the overall lifestyle but one thing they do have in common – both grew extremely devoted to me over the time. Naturally, there have been a few disappointments along the way as one would expect in any relationship or personal arrangement. What really counts, though, is that things have progressed very well with both of them lately.

My English slave K. decided to prove his loyalty by offering to get a brand of my ownership anywhere on his body as per my preference. This is something I haven´t explored with any of my slaves yet and I instantly felt intrigued.  The slave is now looking into various designs and he should get one of them tattooed later this spring. The kinkiest bit actually is not the tattoo itself but rather the fact, that K. is married and this obviously WILL have consequences for his marriage.

The other exciting news is that K. has just ordered a Platinum credit card for me. It will be handed to me personally in a few weeks time, probably as part of our next session. This does not only make me feel so spoilt, it naturally gives me some extra power over my slave. Something I genuinely thrive on.

My Middle-Eastern slave N. is not married but is limited by his very demanding job. His major ambition is to eventually relocate to Europe so that he can be closer to me and serve me better. By the time this happens, we should be able to meet in between his work projects, possibly as often as every two months. N.´s way of servitude is extremely self-less. He stood out of the crowd already the first time we met when he impressed me with the largest tip I had ever received from anyone in a session. The other mind-blowing thing about N. is that he will happily serve and treat the people I love just to please me. This is very rare because there´s nothing sexual or kinky about it. It´s pure servitude at its best.

I am very curious about what´s coming next in my D/s arrangements and whether there will or will not be any new personal slaves accepted this year. As all of you know, the bar had been set high and hardly anyone is given the chance to become my owned slave.

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Many thanks for all the Christmas and New Year gifts including the gift cards and cash credit. I love it all – the lingerie, jacket, shirt and everything else!

 

 

This week

This week a lot of stuff was delivered to my house. Namely these nice leather boots that will be great for fall purchased by B. and a massive box of all sorts of things bought by K. It´s getting impossible to take a picture of every single item you guys keep buying me so you will have to trust me on that ;-).

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From B.´s journal – part 3

August 22, 2012

We arrived in Brussels in the evening, after I had met Mistress at Schiphol airport.  I had some meetings scheduled for the morning but the rest of the day we would spend together. After lunch, Mistress said She wanted a sweet treat from a chocolate shop we passed on our way to the restaurant. The choice was overwhelming but eventually Mistress decided on a box of handmade bonbons. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but Mistress almost dropped one of the bonbons in the street. She swiftly caught it mid-air though and said “If it had fallen on the pavement, you would have had to eat it from the ground, slave.” Mistress then ordered me to roll up the legs of Her trousers. Humbly I knelt on the ground and rolled up the legs one by one. Mistress inspected both of them and made me redo the first one. Once again She scolded me for being sloppy. As we walked towards the Royal Palace, I noticed how dusty my trousers were from having knelt down a while ago. “You see,” Mistress said, “you need to get a small portable carpet. That way your trousers will never get dirty again.” I had to laugh. Mistress was referring to a scene we witnessed the previous evening as we were leaving Schiphol. She had pointed out a group of Muslim men who were praying on the parking lot and each of them had a small carpet for kneeling. “It would be practical”, I had to agree. As we continued towards the war memorial, we discussed one of the Elise Sutton´s books (Searching for Wanda) and how the masochists are ultimately looking for the Loving Female Authority rather than a real sadistic woman.

I also have some really bizarre fantasies in which the women are very cruel and cold. There are numerous triggers every day that stimulate my submissive, masochistic and fetishistic mind. If I were to give up self control, it would be very hard to carry on with normal life. I know very well that it is not realistic to live these fantasies 24/7. I also know that my Mistress doesn’t like any extremes. She has now forbidden me to visit any Femdom or BDSM related website with a few exceptions. She said She didn’t want my mind to get negatively influenced. Fortunately the most important thing for me is to be able to serve a woman, my Mistress, by spoiling Her, making Her happy and making sure that I can be supportive towards Her in every thinkable way. This can be achieved fairly easily from my perspective and can also be lived out on the everyday basis. The way Mistress and I are together is exactly what I had been longing for all my life. An intelligent, smart and witty woman who likes to be in control of everything. A woman who is dominant, a bit wicked but at the same time very down to earth. A woman who can be cruel and cold but also very kind and caring. Just like my Mistress. I like those contradictions. This is also one of the reasons I’m so happy that I am now an official slave of my Mistress. She can keep me in line just by being Herself.

We did some more sightseeing and afterwards went back to the apartment to chill out and get ready for dinner. Mistress informed me that She had ironed my shirt in the morning when I was at my business meetings. With such tender and caring gestures, She makes me feel so good. I looked at Her and She looked back at me and smiled. The shirt (which She chose for me when we went shopping in Prague recently) was in my suitcase together with some presents I had bought for Her. She had resisted the urge to open them which I appreciated, because I always like to say a couple of words when I give Her something. And more importantly, I just like to see Her when She is being spoiled. Mistress first unwrapped Her gifts and then proceeded to sign the slavery contract I wrote about in one of the previous posts. I knelt down and added my signature. I felt relieved. I had just given myself completely to my Owner for at least the next five years. Afterwards we went out and celebrated my new status with a glass of Prosecco in a friendly Italian restaurant. Mistress was wearing a beautiful green dress and an elegant black jacket. I´m always pleased when She wears clothes that I have bought her. When we got back to the apartment later that night, Mistress graciously allowed me to worship Her beautiful body. What a treat! What a magnificent Woman!

August 23, 2012

When I went to the bathroom this morning, Mistress was already up. I heard Her walking past my room a couple of minutes before I got up myself. I walked through the living room and heard some noises from the kitchen. “Good morning”, I said and seconds later She came to the living room . She was wearing a black satin bathrobe that made Her figure stand out nicely. I realized that this was actually the first time I had ever seen my Mistress without make-up. I felt there was something intimate about the fact that I was allowed to see Her without that extra barrier. She looked stunning as always. She doesn’t even need the make-up I thought. She promptly informed me how much time I had to get ready. I hurried up to pack everything and took both our suitcases and some smaller bags to the car, while Mistress was finishing Her breakfast. After a brief visit to the European Parliament, Mistress decided it was time to drive back to the Netherlands. After lunch, where I was allowed to kneel next to Her for a few minutes as I was translating the menu for Her, we had some time to kill. My Mistress really likes flowers and plants so She decided we would visit the botanical garden. After we had seen quite a bit we sat down and ordered some freshly squeezed orange juice. I was talking about something but She commanded “Drink!” as She wanted to leave for the airport. From time to time She interrupts my speech like this. I always immediately obey and follow Her orders. At the airport Mistress wanted me to change Her shoes. She sat down comfortably, I humbly knelt down in front of Her, opened the suitcase and replaced her leather flip flops with a pair of leather trainers. After checking Her suitcase in, we walked towards the security check area. She went through and waved goodbye. This was a very short visit of the Majesty, not even three full days, but it had been a fantastic one again. I had a great time serving my Mistress.

August 25, 2012

I have got no emails from my Mistress since I took Her to the airport a couple of days ago. Just before we said goodbye there, She was teasing me a bit. The better She knows me, the easier it becomes for Her. She said that She decided to be cold and distant and would not even allow me to hug Her. Of course I wasn’t too happy to hear that. She had toyed with me for some time but in the end She did give me a quick hug. I heard the words: “I’ll be missing You,” coming from my own mouth. ‘What? Did I just say that?’ I thought immediately. I don’t think I’ve ever said that to anyone. Normally I don’t miss places, situations or people, so why should I ever say that? Hmmm, this is strange. The strangest thing, however, is that I do actually miss Her right now.

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From B.´s journal – part 1

August 14, 2012

What a restless night. I woke up several times because the so called “Points of Intrigue” of my CB3000 chastity device were pinching my skin. I was dreaming about the last few days I spent with my Mistress throughout the entire night but there was work to be done today, so I quickly got out of bed and did my exercises. Mistress told me that I had to gain some extra muscle so every morning I now do 50 push-ups and 50 sit-ups.

Mistress also wanted me to do some work on Her website so I spent another part of the morning adding the new feature She wanted. Around 11 am I left for tailor. Yesterday Mistress and I went to a fetish shop where nice leather clothes and sexy high heeled shoes and boots are sold. Mistress allowed me to join Her in the changing room and assist Her while She tried the garments on. That felt like a real privilege. At the end She chose a cropped leather top that made Her look so sexy. Unfortunately the zip was broken, but She decided to buy the top anyway, instructing me to have the zip fixed by tailor.

When I arrived to the office, I responded to Mistress´ emails. She had only been gone for one day, and I already longed to see Her again. I guess one could say that I’m hooked. Today I’ve sent Her 19 emails and also received 19 emails from Her. Apparently, we have a lot to talk about. Some of those emails were about my upcoming business trip to Brussels that Mistress decided to join me on. I´m already full of anticipation!

August 15, 2012

Today I exchanged some more emails with my Queen. One of them said: “The contract we have discussed will be written in Czech. It will be emailed to you once completed and you will have a few weeks to translate it. Then you will sign it and give it to me next time I see you.” During our last session Mistress mentioned that it was time for me to sign a slave contract. I don’t know how She does it, I rarely tell Her anything about my wishes and dreams. I’m far too paranoid that She might start doing or saying things just because She knows I like them. At one point She made me go through the list of activities on Her website and rank each activity. This way She would know what I like and compare it to what She likes Herself. “There’s really no point in doing things that neither of us likes”, She said. That sounded fair enough. Apart from the sessions there are quite a few other things going on. For me the time spent together outside the dungeon is far more important and interesting than the actual sessions. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy the sessions with my Mistress and I couldn’t live without them, but somehow real life slavery and servitude is the ultimate goal for me.

So here was the first mention of it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the subject of the email “The Contract”. Then when I opened the email and read it, my entire body started to tremble slightly. The way She writes is the same as the way She speaks. The tone, the ‘as a matter of fact’ choice of words, the straightforward commands, all of it, it leaves no questions. It all expresses very clearly who is in charge here. There is not even a small chance that I might not want to sign it. This document would now seal our relationship into something more real and tangible. Not even an hour later the next email arrived from the Queen Herself: “It was faster than expected. See the attachment.” Yes, that was a lot faster than I had expected, that’s for sure. I quickly saved the attachment and opened it. Fully in Czech, as She told me it would be. I was about to leave the office, so I didn’t have the time to read it all. Or I’d better say, I didn’t have the time to translate it all. My Czech is still nowhere near fluent, so reading such a contract was rather hard for me. I quickly went through it and noticed that it was divided into several sections. In one of the first sections I read that the contract was for the next five years. Another section stated some rights of the Mistress and a few rights of the slave. Then there was a list of obligations for the slave as well. One sentence immediately stood out: “Otrok akceptuje, že jeho sexualita bude v celé své šíři regulována Paní.” This says that my sexuality will be totally regulated by my Mistress. Reading this made me even more aware of the chastity device I was wearing.

August 16, 2012

This afternoon I started translating the slavery contract so that I could sign it as soon as possible, preferably before I meet my Mistress early next week. There were a few parts in the contract that seemed subtle at first, but in fact are really intense, as I realized after I gave it more thought. Let me for instance mention those few rights I will have as Her slave:

– Slave has the right to live.

– Slave has the right to be in contact with his family and relatives.

– Slave has the right to express his opinions.

That’s it. These are all my rights. I can still express my opinions, but I can never make any decision. I cannot object to any decision Mistress makes nor can I refuse anything She orders me to do. I will have to ask Her for permission to meet friends. I don’t have the right to organize my own time, buy new clothes She hasn´t approved of etc. I could go on forever, but it’s just very simple: I won’t have any rights except those three listed above. These three simple lines imply so much. The more I think about it the more aware I am of what I’m getting myself into: real life slavery. My dull afternoon immediately became very exciting. Mistress had done it again. In Her elegant way of handling matters, She´s going to enslave me totally, simply by putting a few words on paper. After we sign this contract my new life as Her official slave will start and there will be no turning back.

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Summer dress

Yesterday I did a photo shoot in a park and here’s one of the images!

There were a few reasons why I decided to wear this plain summer dress. It was seriously hot so white loose cotton garment was an obvious choice. I also realized that I never post pictures of gifts I got from my fans prior to 2013 when this website was created. I think that should be changed. This dress was bought by one of my first slaves back in 2007 when I was living in London. The last reason was to demonstrate that I look awesome just in anything, not just fetish or other sexy attire. I hope I convinced you! 😉

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Sexy leather

That was fast. I put these items on my wishlist only a week ago and here they are!

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All Saints skirt

True devotion

To show you what real devotion is, I took this picture of my personal slave’s PC desktop. I doubt any of you will ever impress me as much as he has done but that doesn’t mean you should not try.

The first step is so easy and just anyone can do it:  Tribute me or send me something nice to my PO Box.

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The leather top and gloves were gifts from the same slave.

How I like to relax while my slaves toil…

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Intimate…

Not only I got a luxurious set of vaginal weights earlier this week, there was also a gorgeous Agent Provocateur lingerie set in the mail today! Yay!

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