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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.

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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.

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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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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I just got…

Two generous Amazon gift cards that you can never go wrong with! Thanks K. and G.!

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Heavy duty leather hood – great addition to my bondage collection.

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Ted Baker shirt looks great with the previously received Reiss pencil skirt and I also got this elegant Karen Millen top.

All three gifts are courtesy of K.

You can never have me…

but it is so easy to serve me!

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So, do you enjoy what you do?

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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Worship & serve

What do you think of when you see a Lady who is wearing genuine furs? Is it luxury, dominance, cruelty, fetishism or something else altogether?

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Short webcam sessions

Between May 12th and May 18th I will be offering special 15 min webcam sessions for 50 GBP / 60 Eur. Normally I only do half an hour so this is a great chance to have some fairly affordable fun with the Goddess. However, I am unsure whether I will be offering these short online sessions after 18th or not so I recommend that you grab the opportunity while it lasts. Email your sessions requests to: dom.arella@gmail.com and I will get back to you promptly with payment details. Serious enquries only, as always.

* tease * degradation * foot modelling * leather * lingerie * furs * small cock humiliation * sissies * latex (limited collection) * boots * findom * anal play * roleplay * orgasm control and more

Kindly do not ask for practices incompatible with the online environment!

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Sessions

I have created a special page for real life sessions and tried to make it as descriptive as possible including detailed instructions how to book a session, activities not on offer etc. I hope those who prefer face to face meetings find this improvement helpful.

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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.