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November 22, 2012
When Mistress accepted the key for my CB more than half a year ago, She would first only lock me up when we were together. On a couple of occasions She would hide the key somewhere in my house before She left for Prague again. I would start looking for it in the next days. Once I found the key, I was allowed to use it and unlock the chastity device. The third time Mistress actually took the key with Her. At the airport She even showed me that it was in Her purse. I remember being glad about that, because She had saved me a lot of frustration that way. She could have just let me look for it for a couple of weeks instead. These days I am locked up almost constantly. It´s hard to ignore the fact that I am not in charge of my own cock anymore. When I walk, I hear the sound of my Prince Albert piercing tapping on the edge of the tube, when I go to toilet, I have to take extra caution. In the morning the pain of my morning erection wakes me up.
Recently Mistress had sent me a few of Her videos to work on. She wanted me to make short clips out of them and upload them on Youtube. Before I could make the clips, I had to watch the entire footage of course. I had never seen my Goddess in a video before so was surprised how much I got turned on by it. She is so beautiful and the way She is in the videos is the same as She is in real life. She does not act at all. When I think about being able to masturbate two weeks ago, I now kind of regret that I did it. It may sound strange, but being reminded of how nice it actually feels makes it even harder not be able to do it now. Somehow by allowing me to get the occasional release She has got me even more frustrated, because then I am simply more aware of what I´m missing. Actually it would not be that bad if I was not constantly turned on, but I am very aroused, even if She is not around. Sometimes it crosses my mind that She is having all the pleasure She wants without any restriction and I fantasize about Her having sex with other men.
Besides the fact that it will take another week before we meet again, I am also not too sure if Mistress will actually release me this time. I have made quite a few mistakes recently, some of them major. All the offences are kept in a document Mistress and I share, so there is no chance She will forget about them. She also told me that She noticed how I work a lot harder for Her since she started locking me up for longer periods of time.
November 30, 2012
Residenz Avalon Berlin
“Do you know what time it is, slave?” Mistress asks me. I have no clue. “It´s 7.30 am”, She says. Wow, that is really early. It´s a good thing that I was put to bed early last night. Mistress is already fully dressed and wearing make-up. “Go and take shower, but hurry up, you have got only ten minutes. Afterwards you will prepare breakfast”. Mistress commands me when we arrive upstairs. Just as I exit the shower and start drying myself off, I hear a bell ringing outside the bathroom. Next Mistress opens the door and tells me that the time is up. I quickly put on my collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, make a fire in the stove, prepare tea and put the breakfast on plates. Mistress got changed in the meantime and now looks very hot wearing a black leather top and a pair of ultra-short leather hotpants that accentuate Her wonderful, round bottom. Her slim legs are covered with fine fishnet tights. She sits down on a chair while I humbly kneel besides Her and hand Her the cup and plate. Mesmerized and amazed I struggle to take my eyes off the Mistress.
After breakfast I´m instructed to take Mistress´ bag and follow Her to the school room. I am still struggling to learn the Czech language so She will now test my progress. I feel tension building up in my naked body as I stand there opposite my fully clothed cane-wielding Mistress. Her dominance radiates from every cell of Her body. She grabs a piece of chalk and starts writing various sentences on the blackboard. I have to translate them. I also learn a few new Czech words such as “to report”, “hell” and “to confess”.
Next I follow the Goddess to the basement. I suspect we are going to the confessionary but instead Mistress takes me to a small alcove and ties all my limbs to the rings in its walls. As soon as I´m totally immobilized, She shuts the door. I´m always a bit anxious about what Mistress will conjure out of Her bag full of torture implements. I have the feeling that this time will be particularly tough for me. My thoughts are interrupted when the door reopens. I look down and see how Mistress slides something over my rock hard penis. Is that? Oh my god, She is holding a scalpel! The blade is scratching my member and I get really terrified. I start trembling. I try to move away so that She can´t cut me, but I´m too late and I see a small drop of blood on top of my penis.
What is She doing? How far will She go? I am always the one saying that there are absolutely no limits, but does that mean that She will actually? I´m having trouble keeping my thoughts in order and get more frightened every second. Mistress forces me to confess to Her, but speaking is even more difficult than thinking at the moment. I stammer and stutter and eventually manage to tell Her that I had spent some of Her money on a new navigation system for the car without obtaining Her permission first. The sharp blade scratches my erect penis some more and I see another small drop of blood appear. It slowly travels down the shaft and forms a red line. I am completely helpless and at the mercy of my Owner.
Mistress urges me to confess more and I now tell Her that not only did I spent Her money on something for myself, I also wasted a lot of Her time by watching pointless YouTube videos. All my free time is supposed to be spent working for Mistress. Mistress is very displeased to hear this confession and threatens to make a real deep cut now. “I am so sorry, Mistress”, I plead. Mistress drops the scalpel and instead grabs a lit candle from the chandelier. She moves it really close to the head of my pierced cock. I can feel how the metal ring is now getting hot. In fact it burns like hell. Mistress moves the flame away for a few seconds but then repeats the act of torture a few times more. A bit later She unties me and orders me to follow Her. Speechless, broken and meek as a little lamb I humbly walk two steps behind Her.
We arrive in another room where Mistress lifts my arms and secures them to some chains that hung from the ceiling. Slowly I come to my senses but have no idea what is about to happen. In the corner of my eye I see how Mistress picks up a single tail whip from Her bag. She disappears from my view and takes position behind me. The first couple of times She hits me very gently. She lets me get used to the feeling first. However soon the warming up phase is over and the blows start to become harder and harder. Mistress reminds me how I disappointed Her. I know I have to be punished. Every stroke of the whip leaves a red mark on my bottom and legs. I feel really sore. Fortunately Mistress takes a short break at some point and comes back into my view. She is now top-less and is teasing me with Her magnificent body. My eyes are almost popping out from their sockets.
Then the blows to my buttocks start again and become ever harder and fiercer. I notice I´m now really starting to get into the pain. The taste of the whip is now pleasurable so I spread my legs further apart and lift my arse to invite the blows. “Legs together and stand straight”, commands Mistress. Apparently She noticed my enjoyment so She increases the force even more. It hurts really bad right now. I try to keep my voice down and stay calm. Then, at last, Mistress says it is enough. I think this was the toughest beating She has ever given me. My entire arse and upper legs are swollen and covered in dark stripes and bruises. She unties my hands and I thank Her for punishing me. I am grateful and once again follow Her as She heads to Her bedroom upstairs. Every time I enter this wonderful red room, it strikes me what a difference there is here in Avalon between the beautiful room for the Lady and the damp, dark cell for the servant. Mistress comfortably lies down on the bed and I humbly kneel on the floor. I am once again given the extraordinary privilege to be allowed to pleasure my Queen.
**Please note intimacy or my nudity is NEVER part of my professional services and as such cannot be expected or demanded**
October 15, 2012
I am only allowed to read a couple of femdom related websites these days. Mistress told me some time ago that She didn’t want my mind to be poisoned by all sorts of extreme ideas. She prohibited me from viewing any bdsm content (websites, books, movies) without Her explicit prior approval. Recently Mistress hinted that She might ban one of the few websites that I was still allowed to visit. I wasn’t happy about that first but this morning I realized that the fact that She wanted to take away something from me was more important than the actual value of reading that particular website. This made me decide to voluntarily give up on reading it. It will give my mind more space and time to concentrate on my Owner and my Owner alone. So no more personal femdom related blogs from now on, except, of course, the one written by my Goddess.
November 10, 2012
Tomorrow is our first anniversary, so I have decided to invite my Mistress for lunch at a three-star Michelin restaurant here in The Netherlands. It is called De Librije and it is about an hour drive from my home town, Utrecht. My Mistress is very fond of fine dining and so am I. We share quite a few likes, preferences and hobbies, which is what makes us such a good Mistress – slave couple. We arrived early so we had a cup of tea in a nearby bistro; or rather, I should say, Mistress had a drink and I went to found a proper parking space. When I picked Her up, I paid for Her tea and, before we left the cosiness of the café, I made sure Mistress was wearing Her fur ear-muffs and leather gloves as it was chilly and windy outside. I feel it is my responsibility to make sure She´s comfortable at all times. When we entered the restaurant, we were rather impressed by the classy ambience. We enjoyed a very nice starter of crayfish and shrimps but then Mistress excused Herself to the restroom.
When She returned back to the table, She was in a very strict mood. “Why didn´t you tell me that there was a bit of lip gloss on my nose?” She asked in an irritated tone. I didn´t know what to say. Obviously I had screwed up again. In the meantime the main course arrived. Her strictness all of a sudden disappeared as She dipped Her index finger into my beetroot sauce, made a dot on my nose and burst out laughing. “Now you will need to sit like this till the end of the lunch”, She informed me, completely overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation. I accepted the punishment as I always do, but fortunately Mistress grabbed a napkin after a minute and wiped the sauce off my nose.
Mistress and I always have a lot of fun when eating out. Recently we visited a very nice fish restaurant in Amsterdam where Mistress forced me to eat a tiger prawn´s eye and had a good laugh over my comments how crunchy it was. My Mistress can´t stand boring slaves so I do my best to keep Her entertained in any way possible. When we arrived back to Utrecht in the afternoon, Mistress decided to get changed into casual attire and pay a visit to a local adult store. She thought it would be a good idea to make me get a penis extender and instruct me to have sex with Her while wearing it. That way She would get pleasure while I wouldn´t feel anything. We didn´t really find what we were looking for but the shop owner asked me to come back the following week to check new stock so I put it on my “to do” list. This list contains tasks that were assigned to me by Mistress.
November 11, 2012
Today I was cooking for my Mistress while She was sorting out my clothes. Unfortunately, the scallops were watery, the plates were cold, the salad dressing was reduced to plain vinegar, and the salt cellar was missing on the table. I´m afraid all this will be added to the list of offences, that contains my mishaps and mischiefs. I get punished for most wrong-doings in the sessions but Mistress also tells me off each time I displease Her. We also planned our trip to Berlin in 3 weeks time. We will spend one night in Residenz Avalon, followed by another two nights in a beautiful hotel apartment that Mistress has chosen. We are very thrilled. Three weeks is a long time though, so fortunately we will also meet at the end of next week. I find it very difficult to cope when Mistress is not around, so I´m now even considering relocating to Prague to be closer to Her. I am completely enchanted by this magnificent Woman. I think She has placed a spell on me.
Subs as well as other kinksters often misunderstand the dynamics between a professional Mistress and her clients. They assume either she enjoys what she does (always) or she does not (ever), meaning she is in it just for the money or other perks of the lifestyle. I frankly don´t remember how many times a client asked me that annoying question or how many times someone felt compelled to start the whole conversation about genuine versus less enthusiastic dommes. I could accept that from seasoned players who have been through a lot and were referring to their own experience but you would be surprised how many of the inexperienced subs had the same strong views on us Mistresses.
There were times when my play partners sent me a “thank you” note afterwards to compliment me on my attitude. I have no doubts there were such who felt differently though. In one case an older client accused me of being somehow disinterested in our first two sessions, just to book two more subsequently as well as a dinner. It seems the third and fourth time I got it eventually right because he said “You are a very good dominatrix” just before I left his hotel the last night. I appreciated he eventually recognized that the initial lack of satisfaction on his side was mainly caused by his poor communication rather than my bad attitude and I was truly glad we managed to fix it if not right at the beginning, then at least half way through.
If you communicate openly, submit to her fully, refrain from topping from the bottom and manage to put her at ease by being a genuinely nice human being, chances are, she will have great time. Be difficult, over the top passive, disrespectful, waste her time or nag her and she will inevitably feel less positive about your encounter. Trust me, it really IS more about your attitude than it is about hers. Who would have thought so?
Next time you decide to book a session with a pro domme, bear it in mind. Instead of asking that notorious question, just do your best to please her. Make her laugh, bring her flowers or stand out of the crowd in your own way. Good luck!
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