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Commitment fetish

There is a widely spread misconception that Western (or westernized) men are scared of commitment, are not keen to get married and have trouble communicating their emotions. From my experience it´s quite the other way round. I have been literally stalked by marriage / committed relationship applicants since I can remember. I see men getting emotional and even crying all the time. Sometimes it really makes me wonder. What am I doing to them?

The thing is, that I’m not even trying. Sure, I do tease them but I don’t really play games, give them hope etc. In fact I am known to brutally honest and usually just try to kill it right there at the start. Does it ever work? Totally not. The more I try to put them off, the more they come crawling under my feet. Some even get so obsessed that they start showing my pictures to their colleagues and friends and refer about me as their “wife”. Obviously, the whole thing is very frustrating for them and sometimes for me as well but they all have a blast while serving me. From the psychological point of view, it is extremely fascinating – the jealousy, the possessivness, the desperation, the competitiveness, the devotion, the hurt feelings and the theatricality.

You may wonder – how can I possibly put up with it? It may be hard sometimes but the reason is that the drama is very generously compensated by the best servitude any dominant woman can ever hope for. Holidays, spa visits, fine dining, shopping, fun in and outside of dungeons, personal and intimate servitude in case of mutual attraction combined with a degree of emotional fulfillment when there is genuine connection. This connection may only happen when the man submits to me fully, without conditions and compromises and proves himself 100% loyal. That means he should not be in any other relationship while serving me. If he is, I may still allow him to serve me but he would not be taken as seriously as someone without a girlfriend or a wife.

The most mind-blowing aspect of the D/s relationships is, that as an attractive dominant woman you are totally not taken for granted by your submissive fans. For some of them it may be the only chance they will ever get to be real slaves to a beautiful Goddess. They know it and are usually grateful and appreciative. But of course when it comes to feelings, one has to tread carefully. When things get sour, it is best to get out (or let him get out) and hope the sub will just move on with his life. Some accept the end of our arrangement gracefully, others less so. One way or the other, it is great to know I have made a real difference to someone’s life even if the major fantasy – to get married to me – will remain unfulfilled for most.

From K.´s journal part 7

It has been approximately 2 years since Mistress Arella last visited London. I have visited Mistress in Prague within that time but for me this is a rare and special occasion. This will be a flying visit for Her so I want to make the most of the precious time to impress Her enough, to show I am worthy of being given a slave contract.

During the weeks leading up to the visit I have been looking at ways I can serve Mistress Arella better and to prove I am 100% serious about being Her life long slave. I recently received an email from my Mistress saying that one of the ways I can improve is by giving Her a credit card. Without hesitation I agreed to this and quickly made a phonecall to Barclays to have Mistress Arella authorised to use my Platinum credit card. They asked me a lot more questions than I expected. I felt guilty when they asked me how we were related, I sheepishly answered She was my girlfriend. Instantly I felt as Her slave, I should not place myself in such a privileged position, but if this was the only way to get a credit card for my Mistress, this had to be done. Mistress later approved on this to my relief. The credit card will be handed to Her during our next session.

To be owned by Mistress Arella is my biggest ambition in life, to be an owned slave would give me purpose, it would give me pride and yes it would make me feel special. I know how strict my Mistress is with all Her slaves and how high Her standards are. Any slave given the opportunity to serve Her (even on a one off occasion) is instantly put in a very unique and privileged position. At one point I realized it would give me the greatest pride to be branded with Mistress Arella’s initials. I suggested to Mistress this is something I would really like to do, to show I belong to Her as Her slave. We originally discussed being branded with a branding iron, I even ordered one with the initials MA online, but after Mistress had carried out some research, She advised me that a tattoo would be the best option. I said I would be more than honoured to have a tattoo of Her initials on me and I would like Her to choose where the tattoo should be placed on my body.

Four days before Mistress’ visit I receive an email from Her telling me to buy some Dettol antiseptic spray for our session on Friday, this instantly gives me an erection as it starts my mind wondering what She has planned. The fact I have read this email whilst at my desk at work, means I will have to remain seated for the next 20 minutes until my erection subsides.

The day of Mistress’ visit has arrived, I always try to arrive early at the airport, however due to it being a Friday the traffic is more busy than usual so I arrive with minutes to spare. The anticipation starts to build as I sit there waiting for Her to arrive. As She walks through the arrivals gate, She glides across the floor, to me everyone else standing around Her is a blur, the only person I can see clearly is Mistress Arella and She looks so beautiful and so radiant. Compared to everyone else She looks like a Hollywood superstar. We walk to my car which Mistress has not seen before, it is a new Jaguar and I hope She will be pleased with it. She takes a photo of the Jaguar logo, so I believe the car meets Her high standards.

On arrival at the the hotel things start to go slightly wrong, the hotel has not reserved me a parking space and there is nowhere to park locally so we decide for Mistress to check in to the hotel whilst I try and find a parking space. After 45 minutes I finally arrive at the hotel.

When Mistress opens the door, She is wearing a very sexy leather dress and knee high leather boots. She looks amazing. The session begins and I am told to remove my shirt, but keep my jeans on. Mistress asks me to order Her some food from the room service menu, whilst I am on the phone She places a slave collar on me.

Mistress asks me to give Her the credit card I have promised. I decided to make it a special occasion by placing it in a Thank you card where I wrote how honoured I was to be giving the credit card to Her and how important and what it means to me to be Her slave. I think She was pleased with that little extra effort.

Mistress then tells me to give Her a pedicure and foot massage. I remove Her leather boots to reveal Her beautiful feet. Since serving Mistress Arella I have grown to love Her perfect delicate feet and toes. I am told to attend a foot massage course as my massage skills are not up to Mistress’ standards. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, it is the room service. I am without my shirt on and with a bright red slave collar around my neck, but Mistress tells me to answer the door. The waiter walks in and asks me to sign a form. He doesn´t look shocked at all and in many ways it feels normal to me and it gave me a bit of a rush. I have never experienced public humiliation like this before, but I could grow to like it and I could see the potential for Mistress to have a lot of fun with this.

Now that the food has arrived I am told to strip naked, Mistress asks me to make Her tea and then I´m instructed to iron Her clothes. Ironing is something I will need to improve on if I would ever be considered to be Mistress Arella’s house slave.

Mistress turns the discussion to the slave contract I so deeply desire. She has printed 2 copies of a contract and I am told to read each requirement. I am eager to put pen to paper as I feel I can achieve what is required of me. Mistress needs to sign the contract as well to make it official, however She says She may or may not do so tomorrow. This is heart wrenching as I am now thinking She has teased me with the contract showing what I could have and now it is going to be taken away from me. Knowing Mistress Arella as I do, I think I always knew the signing of the contract would not be a straight forward or easy process. She wants to see Her slaves work for this honour and possibly beg, which I am fully prepared to do.

The conversation turns towards my tattoo. Mistress starts to draw Her initials all over my body with a dark red lipstick. After some deliberation She decides that I shall have Her initials tattooed just above my cock. I have said wherever She chooses the tattoo to be on my body I will accept. This tattoo will be done during Her next visit in June. It could have serious implications on my marriage, but I am willing to take that risk to lead my perfect life serving my perfect Mistress.

Now it is time for my punishment. Mistress asks me to hand Her the antiseptic spray I was instructed to buy. My hands are placed in leather mittens and secured behind my back, a blindfold is placed on my eyes. I can now feel Mistress spraying the antiseptic on my cock and balls. I know this could be a very painful experience. I feel a small prick on my cock and realize She is placing needles through the skin of my cock and my ball sack. This may sound as if this would be a very painful experience, but with Mistress Arella’s expertise it actually feels enjoyable, even erotic. She removes my blindfold and l look down to see approximately 10 fine needles inserted into my genitals. Mistress then starts to use an electrical bat on my body, the type you kill insects with. It gives an electrical zap each time it comes in contact with my skin. Mistress focuses on my cock and balls as well as arse and thighs. It is more painful than the needles.

This week I bought Mistress some new leather restraint belts. She puts these to use by restraining me to a chair. My legs are fastened together, as I still have the needles in my cock and balls, this presses my thighs against the needles, causing me some discomfort as the needles dig in further. Mistress then places a leather hood on my head. I cannot see a thing and it is also hard to breathe as the air holes are tiny. Mistress proceeds to place nipple clamps on me and She canes my thighs. I am securely restrained so I have little choice but to accept any punishment Mistress feels fit to give me. After about 15 minutes I am released and the session ends. I am told to return to Her room at 9.30am the next day.

I arrive early on Saturday morning, I have been up since 5.30am as I wanted to avoid the London traffic. I arrive at 8.30am and decide to get some food before our session. I knock on Mistress’ door at 9.30am as requested. Again She looks beautiful, She is wearing a black figure hugging top and a very sexy red skirt that shows off Her figure and sexy bottom perfectly. Mistress Arella is beautiful in Her photos but to appreciate Her beauty fully you need to see Her in person. To think in half an hour such a beautiful woman will be torturing me in a dungeon makes me feel very privileged.

For our dungeon session today Miss Mighty has kindly allowed us to use Her well equipped dungeon. To make use of all the equipment I think you would need a couple of days of sessions as there is a large variety of equipment.

Mistress instructs me to strip and to choose some implements for Her to torture me with whilst She goes gets changed into Her outfit. When She returns She is wearing the shortest latex skirt I have ever seen with sexy stockings and a very sexy black corset. She asks me to lace the corset up for Her. I spend 5 minutes struggling with this task and Mistress is getting annoyed with me. She tells me if I cannot complete this simple task I will not be given the slave contract. With this in mind I eventually succeed and I hope I have not ruined my chance of the precious slave contract.

Mistress then secures me to a whipping bench, She tells me She is not happy with me, there are many things I have done to upset Her so I struggle to work out which is the specific reason. She says it is the debt I have which She did not approve, I should have consulted Her before taking out a loan. She proceeds to cane my arse and thighs, this is very painful and I know will produce some welts on my body. At the beginning of the session I picked out a few clamps for Mistress to use on me. I did not think She would use them all at the same time but Mistress takes great delight in attaching each clamp to my balls, probably about 10 in total, and on top of that She attaches some weights. Also placed on my body is an electric shock device, this sends a powerful electric charge through my balls, again this is very painful.

Already I can tell this session is going to be a lot more painful than the one yesterday. I am now secured to a St Andrews Cross, my wrists are too thin for the straps so Mistress secures me by my biceps with my hands secured behind my head, my legs are spread wide and also secured. Mistress attaches some clamps to my nipples and places my cock in a spiky device after She sprays some Deep Heat onto my penis to intensify the pain. The pain is extreme. After about 5 minutes the device is removed leaving an imprint on my cock of the spikes.

Mistress then leaves the room and returns with the slave contract. She tells me I will not be given the contract today, my heart sinks and I could almost cry. She asks me why She has made that decision, I cannot think. Mistress is standing in front of me in a a very sexy outfit, her cleavage is on show and her skirt is riding up to reveal her sexy black panties. I am obviously being distracted by this, so Mistress decides to blindfold me so I can concentrate more. Even blindfolded I cannot think, she tells me that the contract is too lenient and does not have enough impact on my life. She then removes the blindfold again and proceeds to rip the contract up in front of my eyes. I feel devastated, but I agree with Her decision. I do actually want a contract that impacts my life, so I hope at a future date Mistress may give me an opportunity to sign a more demanding one. I think She would be pleasantly surprised how far I am prepared to go, but I will have to wait to see if She believes in me.

Later I am told to kneel, my legs are spread apart and Mistress places a humbler on my balls. It gives me great pleasure knowing that Mistress has me in such a vulnerable and submissive position. She then shows me a ruler that has the line of the Kings of Scots written on it. Unfortunately history is not a strong point of mine as Mistress soon finds out. For every incorrect answer I gave to Her questions I receive a whack on my balls with the ruler. I now realise I should have taken more notice in my history classes at school, this may have prevented my balls being tortured later life. Surprisingly I was not warned about this when I was at school.

In the dungeon there are some military hats, Mistress asks me to choose one and She places it on Her head. Again she looks stunning, She looks like a Military commander ready to interrogate me. I am secured on a suspension device and my arms are raised high above my head. Mistress asks me how I intend to sort out my finances and how I intend to make extra money so that I can serve Her better. During the interrogation my cock is whipped, this makes me realise there are a few things I need to sort out in my life. I feel the interrogation is beneficial to me and maybe regular interrogation sessions will benefit us both. The session is coming to an end and I am told to tidy the dungeon whilst Mistress takes a shower.

After lunch it is now time to drive Mistress to the airport, this is the saddest time for me as it means saying goodbye but I know She will be back soon as we plan to celebrate Her 10 years as a pro domme in style. She will return to the UK where I will spoil Her with a luxury hotel break.

As Mistress  prepares to leave through the departure gate, it is at this point there is a short silence where I hesitate, as all I want to do is give Her a big hug and a kiss on Her cheek. As a slave I am not sure if this is appropriate so I say goodbye and walk away with a tear in my eye.

What this visit has done for me is reaffirm the importance Mistress Arella has in my life, my desire to be owned by Her is stronger than ever. The more control She has on my life the happier I am. I see great things ahead, I just need to remain focused and know that Mistress Arella has belief in me.

 

From B.´s journal – part 2

August 17, 2012

Today I have to work in my garden because I plan to sell my house soon. Mistress decided that I should buy a new home and I really appreciate how She gave me the final push, because I had been thinking about doing it for a while myself. Images of shackled slaves labouring for beautiful leather-clad, whip-wielding ladies relaxing below large parasols went through my mind while I spent almost two hours digging the trench. Pfff, I think I need a break!

August 18, 2012

When I washed my hair this morning, I realized that I’m still not fully used to its new length. About two months ago, Mistress ordered me to go to the hairdresser and have at least half of my ponytail cut. I actually quite liked it the way it was, but I went to the hairdresser anyway. Of course I went, I mean, how could I have refused? I asked the hairdresser to cut off about 10 cm. When I saw Mistress the following month in Prague, She inspected my hair. I noticed that She didn’t seem very impressed so I suggested that She could, of course, also cut it Herself. I probably didn’t realize what would happen. Last week, just before we had to go to the airport, Mistress said that She would cut my hair at that very moment. I’ve surrendered to Her completely and trust Her blindly with my body. She owns my body, so it is Hers to do with it as She pleases and I’m totally comfortable with that. I gave Her a pair of scissors and a comb. She sat down on the sofa and had me kneeling in front of Her with my back towards Her. I tried to relax. I felt how She used the comb. Then She started cutting. It felt totally different than at the hairdresser´s where they take strand by strand and gradually cut all the hair. No, my Queen just took all of my hair in Her hand and cut it all off almost at once! She laid it on the couch and put my hair in a ponytail. I reached to the back to feel it with my hands. It was really short now. There was nothing I could do about this. This is what you get if you surrender to a dominant woman like this beautiful Princess.

When I finished in the bathroom, I checked my emails. Mistress sent me a link to the Andrew Blake website. She has been sending me these links to her favourite erotic movies the last couple of days. I asked Her if I was allowed to watch them, and She approved of that but also warned me: “It will be very frustrating to do so while you are wearing the chastity device.” I tried to watch one of the movies of Bleu Productions, but it made me so incredibly horny that I had to turn it off after a while. I just couldn’t take the frustration and besides, I can spend my time watching erotic movies or I can spend it  working for my Mistress. I’d better do some work for Her. In another email Mistress told me that I would get the key for my chastity device back only after I had finished writing a report about our stay in Residenz Avalon that we visited earlier this year. This report is really long overdue. Next Tuesday I’ll be seeing Mistress again in Brussels, but I’m afraid I won’t have time to finish the report by then. I also have to write in this diary on a daily basis. “It would be a shame if I couldn´t release your cock next week because then you would have to wait till September,” She wrote. I’ve been in chastity for about a week now, but it feels as if it has been much longer.

Later I needed to go to the downtown. When I turned the car engine on, the thermometer showed it was 36 degrees Celsius [96.8 Fahrenheit] outside. That reminded me of last week when Mistress and I went out for lunch and it was also warm in the car. The AC didn´t work as fast as my Princess demanded so she took off Her shirt and was sitting next to me wearing just a white lacy bra. A very nice sight, I can assure you. There was a man cycling in front of the car. He noticed my beautiful Mistress in her sexy lingerie and almost fell off his bike. After he regained his balance, he couldn’t stop turning his head. Well, I have to give it to him, the view was amazing. I had trouble keeping my eyes on the road myself. This Woman has enchanted me to the point that I just can’t do anything anymore without thinking of Her.

August 20, 2012

Today marks the last day before I see my Queen again. Tomorrow at around 18.30 I’ll be waiting for Her at the airport. She will arrive just before 19.00. I always like to be at the airport very early for Her as I am well aware of what would happen if I let my Mistress wait. I called the restaurant Mistress had chosen for our dinner on Wednesday. She told me to make a reservation for “a discreet table upstairs” . Hmmm, I thought, a discreet table upstairs,that sounds very interesting! I immediately recalled the dinner we had about a week ago in my hometown. All the other guests were sitting outside, so we had plenty of privacy in the restaurant. By the time Mistress ordered dessert I was as meek as a little lamb, literally melting in Her hands. She had been teasing me the entire evening, slowly progressing to ever more intense torments. It started with the way She looked that night. She wore a tight dress that accentuated Her slender figure and sexy curves perfectly. Her legs were clad in beautiful black stockings and She was wearing a satin garter belt. Earlier that night I’d humbly knelt before Her and clipped the stockings to the suspenders myself, then I gently put the high heeled pumps on Her lovely feet. I looked up and saw Her beautiful knickers. I wanted to sniff, touch and taste those inviting panties but Mistress stopped me right away when She ordered me to bring Her jacket. She looked so perfect, as always. Her hair was beautifully styled and She wore just the right amount of make-up. I’m always enormously proud to be allowed to walk next to Her.

So there we were, sitting in a quiet restaurant, my stunning Owner opposite me. Almost immediately She started touching my legs with Her feet. When the waiter approached us, She sunk Her sharp heel deep into my crotch. I was trying to keep my face as neutral as possible, but this was getting more and more difficult every second. I looked over at Mistress, She looked back at me without showing the least sign of what was going on. I managed to order some wine and the waiter fortunately left. Her foot stayed in my crotch and She commenced conversation as if nothing had happened. During the course of dinner, She kept teasing me by playing on every possible trigger I react to. There are a few and Mistress somehow knows them all. She teased me with the things She did and the things She said. She teased me with Her beautiful hair by stroking it and rubbing it softly in my face. This drives me mad, I just love long, beautiful, shiny hair. She knows this, and She knows it makes me weak. The reader must have noticed when I described My Mistress´ outfit for the night that, indeed, She did not wear a bra. After some time She said to me that apparently the conversation wasn’t sexy enough because Her nipples weren´t erect. I didn’t quite know what to say, but She didn’t even give me the chance to think and started touching Her nipples with Her nicely manicured hands. The shiny long finger nails rubbed over Her dress and almost immediately I could see Her nipples starting to push their way through the fabric. As if I wasn’t horny enough as it was, She drove me even further into pure ecstasy.

After the main course my Mistress ordered a chocolate bomb dessert for Herself and I was allowed to have some fresh fruit. I tried to relax a bit, the entire evening had made me extremely hot. Don’t forget that I was, of course, also wearing my chastity device. Mistress just loves keeping me in chastity it seems. After I took a bite from my dessert, I had to look at Her again. I just couldn’t stop it, She has got me so hooked on Her. I could have known this of course, but didn’t realize it until it happened. You know what they say about women and chocolate. Well Mistress is no exception, maybe She even sets the example. Oh my, I don’t think I have ever seen anyone eat in such a sexy way. She enjoyed Her dessert like nobody else could. It was such a hot sight, that I couldn’t eat anymore myself. She first drips some coffee sauce over Her dessert, then slowly slides the spoon through the huge chocolate truffle on Her plate and brings it to Her mouth without rush. Just before She opens Her mouth She looks at me with daring eyes. My eyes find Hers and they are locked in. She slowly wets Her lips with Her tongue and then opens Her mouth, just far enough to let the spoon enter between Her luscious lips. Her lips slowly curl around the spoon and as Her nerve endings register and transport the delightful taste to Her brain, She slowly closes Her eyes to enjoy the sensation to the fullest. Her hand pulls back so the spoon slides between the now sealed lips. Her lipstick is in high contrast with the shiny silver spoon and as the spoon leaves Her mouth, She opens Her eyes again and looks straight at me. Although this moment probably only lasted a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity. Totally hypnotized by this captivating moment, my brain had stopped working completely. I had absolutely no sense of time and space at that point. Later on while talking to the waiter I realized I had been dripping heavily through the openings in my chastity device throughout the evening. Just before we left the restaurant Mistress touched my crotch with Her hand to verify that I was indeed as wet as I claimed to be. I hope noone else noticed!

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Love to tease my boys…

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Ultra sexy mini dress as well as the leather gauntlets were bought by the Doggie.

 

My favourite toys

These are two of my favourite toys that I use with my most fortunate personal slaves only. The dilemma is obvious – to ride his strap-on or to ride his gag?

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dildo gag