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My already good webcam was replaced by an even better one. Shall I increase my Skype rate? ūüėČ

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and tons of cosmetics…

Thanks K.!

Want to please me as well? Simply send me UK or US Amazon GC or a monetary gift!

Birthday gifts

First bunch of birthday gifts have just been delivered, hopefully more are on the way… xx

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It seems slave K. is hoping for some serious nipple play…

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Another luxurious fur collar for my collection, also courtesy of slave K. This time it’s raccoon ūüôā

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Such a great gift РTom Tom Sat Nav from slave B.

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3¬†GCs from K. and Mo…

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Beautiful top from N.

If you have enjoyed our session, consider writing a review!

Easy & straight-forward way to please me is to write a few lines about our session, dinner, online training or other arrangement.

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Expensive Lise Charmel lingerie set fits so well!

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One of the reason why I keep personal slaves Рthey spoil me with fancy meals whenever possible!

Power bank and leather leggings

This week a wireless power bank (to charge my phone and iPad on the go) and lovely leather leggings were delivered – both courtesy of slave K.

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These really pleased me…

Lovely leather and mesh girdle ordered from Coco de Mer¬†by slave K…

I will wear it for my next studio photo shoot!

MONT007-FrontAnd iPhone 5S bought for some of the recently received Amazon gift vouchers. That’s right. I intentionally did not order the latest model because that way I can keep it on my wish list and let one of you buy it.

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More gifts…

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First Christmas gift delivered

Slave K. was really fast sorting my Christmas gift out so it was already delivered this morning. I hope the rest of you gets inspired!

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Lovely Karen Millen dress just delivered!

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 Dress is courtesy of slave K., jacket is from slave B.

Client from hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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