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Expensive leather

I´m wearing £1100 worth of leather in this picture, courtesy of my ever generous personal slave K. I guess I have a bit of luxury fetish although I´m currently trying to scale it down in some areas. After all there is only so much expensive clothes and shoes a girl can wear 🙂

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Picture by charliepycraft.co.uk

New wish list

I have just revamped my public wish list to make it even easier for you to spoil me! Have a look and treat me to one of the e-gift vouchers listed.

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From B.´s journal – part 6

September 27, 2012

In the morning I went to the nearby Pret-a-Manger to get some food as Mistress had instructed me the day before. I was just putting everything on the plates when Mistress entered the living room and asked whether the breakfast was ready yet. I know that one of the major offences is to let Mistress wait so I hurried up. Even so, Mistress had to wait a couple of minutes. She was annoyed. After breakfast, Mistress wanted to check Her emails. I got my laptop connected and knelt down next to Her to be on hand. She then gave me very specific orders such as “delete the spams”, “open the next email”, “log me out” etc. Afterwards I had to go to my bedroom and do some more ironing. Mistress brought Her presents and sat down on the bed to unwrap them. I was peeking at Her in anticipation. First She opened the smallest package. It was a pair of black hold-ups with lacy tops. Next She unwrapped a hair shine spray and a branded hair straightener. Mistress always says I´m obsessed with Her hair and She´s definitely right. I could see She was pleased with Her gifts.

We still had some time left before the photo shoot was due so we walked to Cafe Rouge to have some lunch. Mistress ordered fish and seafood soup and I had to extract all the mussels from their shells for Her. I overlooked one but fortunately Mistress didn´t get angry. She simply asked me to open that one too once She noticed. When we arrived at the photographic studio, Mistress Morrigan let us in and my Mistress went to the dressing room to get ready. I carried a bag with Her outfits and boots. I wasn´t allowed to look at my Mistress when She was changing Her knickers. “But Mistress, I have seen it all”, I objected. “I know, slave”, Mistress laughed, “but I don´t want you to get distracted. We don´t have time”. She even covered my head with Her leather dress to make sure I didn´t look. I was ordered to assist Her with the rest of Her outfit though – hold-ups, dress, boots and silver fox collar. Mistress then quickly touched up Her make-up, bending over a bit. I couldn’t help but notice how Her perfect behind stretched the leather of the dress. Her luscious curves aroused me instantly but I knew there was no time to stare or even caress. We rushed to the main room that Mistress had booked for the shoot and, while the photographer was testing lights, I moved the furniture around a bit to ensure everything was exactly as Mistress needed it. I really enjoyed looking at Mistress posing for the camera. The shoot lasted almost 4 hours and most of the time I was just silently admiring Her beauty.

Half an hour before the end, Mistress asked me whether I had booked a taxi to take us back to the apartment. I hadn’t. No matter how hard I try to be the perfect slave to my Mistress, I always make some mistakes. Fortunately the driver arrived just in time so Mistress didn´t have to wait at the end but I was upset that I hadn’t thought of it in advance. After a pleasant dinner in an Italian restaurant it was time to worship my Mistress´ body again. This time She surprised me though when She asked for Her fox collar and boots. What a beautiful sight! Mistress was standing there completely naked bar Her silver fur that was covering Her breasts, and shiny stiletto boots. That night it felt like if we were literally made for each other.

September 28, 2012

This morning was not as relaxed as the previous one mainly because Mistress had a session scheduled for 11 am in Chiswick. After breakfast we took a taxi to the dungeon. It took ages to get there. The traffic in London is just completely mad at any time of day. At eleven we finally arrived at the dungeon. I helped Mistress set everything up and to dress up. Before I left, Mistress ordered me to be back in 70 minutes. While Mistress was busy with Her session, I went to the local pharmacy to buy something for my Mistress, then I spent the rest of the time sitting in a café and updating Her Facebook profile. I thought I had left the coffee shop just on time, but I was apparently wrong. When I heard the air raid ring-tone that Mistress had on my phone, I immediately knew I was in trouble.  Mistress was already waiting outside and when I finally arrived, She immediately slapped me hard on both cheeks. I didn’t know Mistress could hit with such great force, which meant I had really pissed Her off this time. I was 10 minutes late, She said. After lunch in a nearby Greek restaurant we went back to the dungeon. It was now time for my session.

As Mistress was getting changed again, She noticed that one of the straps of Her leather dress was wrongly done so it looked uneven. The problem was that She not only wore it like this for the previous session but for the photo-shoot as well. On both occasions She had to dress up really fast so there was no time for closer inspection. I really don´t know how this could have happened. Mistress keeps this dress at my place in The Netherlands so I am fully responsible for its state and condition. Recently I’d arranged for the zip to be exchanged. Mistress complained that the tailor did really sloppy work which was true. That only added to Her frustration. Finally the session was just about to start. First Mistress secured me to a bondage wheel. This took a while because a large number of straps had to be fastened. Then Mistress clipped a lead to my pierced cock and sat down on a swing that was hanging from the ceiling right in front of the wheel. Each time she moved back on the swing, the lead tugged my piercing ring. It was fascinating because She was causing me pain without doing anything specific. She was just sitting, holding the leash and giggling.

After a while Mistress fastened the leash around my neck. That way the cock was stretched all the way up and Mistress got great access to my balls. She grabbed a leather strap and spent the next few minutes spanking my testicles. That made me squirm from pain. When I almost thought the CBT part of the session was over, Mistress approached me with a long electro prod and soon there were vicious sparkles hitting my genitals. I was seriously scared at this point so I tried not to look at the device.  When Mistress eventually released me from the wheel, I was ordered to climb onto the spanking bench. Within a couple of minutes all my limbs were tightly secured and I was expecting my next punishment with great anticipation. My legs were spread apart so once again Mistress had great access to my balls. She squeezed them with Her hand and firmly pressed Her knee against them. Soon I felt something softly touching my buttocks, back and legs. I didn´t know what it was until I felt the first blow on my bottom. It was a leather single tail whip. I knew my Mistress was really fond of these whips so I worried that She might go quite far this time.

I don´t know how long She was whipping me but what started as painful but still moderate punishment was soon transformed into a real ordeal. I tried to move my ass away from the whip but of course there was no escape. Each stroke was harder and louder. I was in agony. All I felt was the sharp pain and my Mistress´ enjoyment. It was almost tangible how much She enjoyed using the whip on me. When I thought I couldn´t take it anymore, Mistress suddenly stopped. It was such a huge relief that I spontaneously started kissing Her beautiful bottom at the first opportunity. I felt extremely grateful both for the punishment and for the fact that She stopped just at the right time. Mistress graciously allowed me to worship Her. I was deep in the subspace.  After a while Mistress unstrapped me, cuffed my wrists behind my back and made me kneel down in front of Her. She took a good sized glass dildo and said: “Put the condom on it with your mouth”. I rolled it down with my lips and teeth. Once this was done, Mistress led me to the cross where She tied my legs to the O rings. Then She sat down on a throne about 2 metres away from me, opened her legs and moved Her thong to one side.

My eyes were popping out of their sockets. I felt the frustration grow inside me. Then Mistress slowly penetrated herself with the toy and spent quite a while pleasuring herself. I begged Her to come closer so that I would see more but She ignored me. When Mistress felt fully satisfied, She came to the cross and ordered me to lick Her juices off the dildo. I happily obliged. The excitement was rushing through my body like never before.  Each time I session with my Mistress, She comes up with something brand new. She has all kinds of ideas and really likes to try them on me so there is no routine in our play whatsoever. She could just do things mechanically, but that´s not Her style. I am very grateful for having such a creative, imaginative and highly skilled Owner.

When we got back to the apartment, it was almost dinner time. The restaurant Mistress had picked was conveniently located within walking distance. Interestingly, the service, the ambience and the food were above average although the restaurant wasn´t expensive. We had a great time but couldn´t wait to be on our way to club Pedestal. Mistress got changed again, I think for the sixth time that day. She looked as amazing as always. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this magnificent Woman. Once we arrived at the club, Mistress showed me around. She pointed to a big cage in the middle of a huge room next to the main bar. There were a few men lying on the floor there. “They hope to be trampled by the ladies,” Mistress told me. I noticed another few pieces of dungeon equipment as we continued the tour to another, much smaller room. A Mistress who was in charge of that area asked me whether I was interested in competing to become the club´s house slave. The winner would get a bottle of champagne, She informed us.

My Mistress agreed and promised to bring me back in about half an hour when the competition was due to start. Next we bumped into the party organizer, Derek. After a short chat with my Mistress he asked me whether I wanted to join the competition for best dressed slave of the night. I was a bit overwhelmed by all the sudden attention. Mistress sneered and said that I was apparently more popular than She was but kindly gave me permission to do so. We got a drink and Mistress briefly trampled six or seven men crammed in and outside the cage that She had showed me a while ago. The guys seemed happy to eventually have got some attention.  Mistress then took me back to the “Goddess Room” where I was teamed with a German lad and an English man and the competition started. There were a few groups of men and a few groups of mistresses. All in all probably 15 slaves and 10 mistresses. It was more or less like speed-dating. The women asked us questions and rated our answers. One of the questions was what we would do if our mistress wanted us to do something we weren´t comfortable with. I really enjoyed this competition and got very good ratings. I would have won but because Mistress was getting a bit bored waiting for me, I decided to give up the last part.

Then it was time for the best dressed man competition. We went to another room with a large stage and a number of chairs where it would take place. First there were a few performances. We only enjoyed one of them by an artist called Poison Ivy. She was sticking long needles into Her skin. The organiser pointed out to me that I should wait at the side of the stage together with the other competitors, but I said to him that I wanted to stay with my Mistress for as long as possible. He smiled and said that it was true devotion. He took a few pictures of Mistress and me together. Later on I was called to the stage and shortly introduced myself. Unfortunately I didn´t win this time either but it was good fun. Next we moved to a room where the men had to be on their knees at all times. Mistress clipped my hand cuffs to my bondage belt and started playing with my nipples. She also squeezed my cock through the leather trousers I was wearing. All that really turned me on. We stayed there for some time before it was time for Mistress´ massage. This is a special feature of all Pedestal parties. The women can put their name on the list and get a short massage by a qualified masseuse.

On the way Mistress was approached by a few men, among them were a couple of guys she did some filming with. They asked my Mistress whether She would ballbust them and She agreed. She gave me Her handbag to hold and started kicking one of them in the nuts. Then She did the same to his friend. Apparently quite a few women enjoyed watching the scene as they eagerly continued once Mistress was done with both of them. “You couldn´t take that, slave, could you?” Mistress asked me. She was right.  Mistress then instructed me to order a taxi and went to get ready for the massage. There were a few interesting scenes going on around me while my Mistress was relaxing under the hands of the masseuse. There were a few women having their feet massaged by slaves, one slave was being whipped and another woman was screaming from pleasure while being teased by four different women at the same time.  When we finally arrived back at the apartment, we were both tired but it was our last night together so Mistress granted me the honour of being allowed to pleasure Her one more time. When Mistress was fully satisfied, She dismissed me. Before I left She gave me Her leather knickers She wore that night and said that I was allowed to play with them. Humbly I said good-night and went to my bedroom. I didn’t fall asleep immediately, but I’ll write about that tomorrow. This has surely been one of the most exciting days I have spent with my Mistress. I am so enormously thankful to have met Her. She truly is my Mistress, my Owner, my Goddess… Forever.

September 29, 2012

After breakfast we went straight to Heathrow. While waiting to check Mistress´suitcase in we had an intimate conversation. I confessed to my Owner what I had done after I left Her room early in the morning.  I hadn´t been wearing the chastity device since Mistress and I met in London a few days previously. Normally before I go to bed I take shower, but last night I was so horny from worshipping my Mistress´ perfect body, and the entire day that preceded it that I immediately went to bed and masturbated. Earlier She had given me Her worn leather panties so I lay down on my back and placed the thong over my nose before I started stroking myself. The scent was so nice and the thought that Mistress had been wearing it even nicer. I climaxed without any effort. Mistress had a big smile on Her face while listening. “So you came again?” (She had already made me come once during our afternoon session.) I wasn´t finished with my story yet though. Afterwards I´d turned to my front, put the panties right next to my nose again and fallen asleep in that position within seconds. In about two hours I´d woken up, still feeling very randy. Unable to resist the urge, I´d pleasured myself again while sniffing Mistress´soiled panties. Images of my Mistress mixed with Her scent made me cum fast. Mistress looked more and more amused as I continued. “Then I did it one more time later in the morning”. “What?” She laughed and gave me a look of disbelief. I wonder if the people sitting next to us could hear what we were talking about. Not that I would mind. I guess I am an exhibitionist ;-).

**Please note intimacy or my nudity is NEVER part of my professional services and as such cannot be expected or demanded**

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From B.´s journal – part 5

September 14, 2012

What a beautiful day it was today. After I got up this morning I was supposed to meet Mistress outside the Prague Vyšehrad station. I noticed that the fortress was actually really close to my hotel, so I decided to walk rather than come by tube. I arrived on time but the Metro was nowhere to be seen, so I called Mistress and informed Her that I was waiting at the church.  It took Her some time to find me and She wasn´t pleased at all. The first order She had given me that day I had already disobeyed. While She scolded me, I knelt down and gave Her the key for my chastity device. Mistress kindly released me last night so this morning I woke up without feeling any pain or discomfort. That was the first time since our trip to Brussels three weeks ago. I hoped that this gesture would distract my Mistress, and She would forget about my disobedience, but instead She took the key from my hand and threatened to drop it into the sewer.

In the end Mistress put the key in Her handbag and made a mental note about this most recent mischief of mine. In our sessions She always tells me why I am being punished. She somehow remembers all my wrong-doings. After lunch Mistress wanted to do some shopping. I always enjoy shopping with Her, because I’m allowed to carry all Her things and She lets me assist Her in many ways. I was already carrying Her jacket and cardigan when we entered the cosmetics store where Mistress wanted to buy a lip gloss. While She was busy trying the testers on Her hand, I roamed the store a bit on my own.  “Slave, where are you? Come back now!” I heard all of a sudden. I immediately reported back to my Owner. “You´re not allowed to wander around here by yourself,“ Mistress scolded me.

After She had picked the colour, She cleaned Her hand with a cotton pad. I took it from Her and put in into my pocket. As you can see, there are many different ways how to serve a Mistress, some large, other small. Mistress seems to enjoy them all. Next we went to a shoe store. Mistress first had a look around, then sat down and pointed out a pair of leather boots saying: “Find my size. I want to try them on”. I brought the boots and swiftly got on my knees in front of Her. She had crossed Her legs elegantly and was applying the new lip gloss onto Her luscious lips. This looked so erotic. “Adjust the sock!”, Mistress commanded, just as I was about to slide Her foot into the boot. I did so and finished the task. Mistress briefly inspected the boots and said: “Take them off! They hurt my ankles”. As we were leaving the store, Mistress decided to dispose of Her chewed gum. What better place to put it in than Her slave´s mouth, She must have thought. Of course I dutifully accepted it. We then walked into a small cafe to have a quick drink before I had to go to the airport.

Mistress ordered a fancy mixed fruit juice with mint and a lot of foam on top. She started picking the foam up and sucking it off the straw. I remarked how incredibly sexy that looked. “Write about it in your diary, slave”, Mistress laughed, as if She damn well knew how aroused this made me. I felt my cock swell against the sharp points of the chastity device. Without doing anything special, She had me totally weak and meek again. “You can have my left-overs, slave”, Mistress decided. What a treat! I gratefully accepted the glass and drank the last bits. The time had come again to say good-bye so we hugged and went our separate ways. I’m glad that we will see each other again in two weeks in London. Two weeks doesn´t sound long, but I know from previous experience that time drags incredibly between our meetings.

September 26, 2012

Later today I will meet my Mistress at Heathrow. She´s flying from Prague while I´m coming from Amsterdam. The next few days will be really busy. Mistress has scheduled a photo shoot in Mistress Morrigan´s photographic studio in East London, a couple of sessions, dinners and we also want to go to club Pedestal the day after tomorrow. I landed 40 minutes before Mistress did to make sure she wouldn´t have to wait for me. She impresses me each and every time I see Her. Even at the airport while wearing regular clothes, She looked stunning. We hugged and I took Her suitcase. I wasn´t quite sure where our taxi driver was waiting. Mistress said he was most certainly inside the hall holding a sign with my name while I was under the impression that the instructions I obtained from the taxi company said he would be outside. Of course Mistress was right as it turned out. She scolded me for not being organized and well prepared.

Once we arrived at the apartment, Mistress quickly inspected the whole flat and chose the bigger en-suite bedroom for herself. She said She would take a quick shower and ordered me to make Her a cup of tea in the meantime and to bring Her an empty glass to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen as Mistress instructed. When I was done with the tea, I went back to Her bedroom with the glass. She was already showering and the bathroom door was closed. I timidly knocked on the door. “Come in”, I heard. I opened the door. I saw Mistress washing Her beautiful body in the bath tub. I just had to stare at Her breasts. It was impossible not to. “Put the glass next to the washbasin and go iron my clothes. I will call you if I need anything else. Next time I need to bring a bell”, said Mistress.

Ten minutes later Mistress called me to the bathroom again to bring Her ironed clothes. Now She was standing in front of a mirror adjusting Her make up and hair. She was wearing just a thin purple bathrobe. First of all Mistress handed me a pair of black lacy knickers. She gave me no specific order as what to do with them but it was clear enough. I lifted Her short bathrobe and put the panties on her beautiful body. I really had to concentrate not to get carried away. She then passed me Her favourite perfumed body lotion and ordered me to rub it in the skin of Her legs. Mistress then ordered me to go and get ready myself. Shortly we were on our way to a wine and cheese tasting restaurant in the City. We had a great evening as we always do. After we got back to the apartment, I knelt down in front of Mistress´ bed and waited for Her while She was getting changed in the bathroom. When She reappeared I noticed She was wearing the same ultra sexy purple bathrobe. I know She got it from another slave as a present recently. My Mistress always gets so many gifts from Her slaves. I also brought Her some this time (I always do), but She decided she’d open them in the morning when we would have more time. That night I was allowed to pleasure Her beautiful body. I was so happy to be with my Mistress again that I fell asleep with a big smile on my face that was still there when I woke up the next day.

**Please note intimacy or my nudity is NEVER part of my professional services and as such cannot be expected or demanded**

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From B.´s journal – part 4

August 29, 2012

Today I washed Mistress’ stockings that She gave me last week in Brussels. Before I started, I filed my nails to make sure they didn’t have any sharp edges. I wash all Mistress’ lingerie and  hosiery by hand and I know what would happen if I ruined any of Her delicate garments. Just before I soaked the stockings, I sniffed them one last time. It had been a week since She wore them, but I could still smell Her scent. I pressed the stockings with both hands on my face so they covered my nose and mouth entirely. What a lovely mixture of body lotion perfume and Her own odour. It made me drift into dreamland. I closed my eyes and thought of that special night when I was allowed to worship my Mistress. I wish I could play with my cock and these stockings now, it would feel a little bit as if She were around but that´s impossible because Mistress has the key for my chastity device and I won´t see Her for another two weeks. Alas no pleasure for me, just work.

September 6, 2012

Today I gave a presentation to a few clients. My laptop has changing backgrounds, so every couple of minutes another image appears. I have a ton of pictures there that show randomly. Amongst those there are some photos of my Mistress, all of them work-safe of course. I hooked up my laptop to the beamer so my desktop was displayed on a huge screen on the wall, some 3 meters wide and 2 meters high or so. Well, you can imagine what photo came up first. Correct, one of the images of my Queen, projected enormously big for everybody to see.

September 13, 2012

Today Mistress and I had another session in Her Prague dungeon. At exactly three o’clock I ring the bell and a few seconds later the door opens. Mistress looks striking wearing a tight leather corset and a very short skirt (both garments I bought for Her), together with a pair of extremely sexy knee length leather boots and, of course, black stockings. I follow Mistress into the main dungeon area. She starts speaking to me in Czech and says that we will do the entire session in Her native tongue. Well, this is going to be hard for me although I definitely like the idea.

I’m instructed to strip naked as She sits down on a comfortable chaise longue. Next Mistress points to a rug in front of Her and tells me to kneel down there. She puts a heavy metal collar around my neck. I now see how She picks up a plate with slices of banana on it and places it on the floor. I just love it when Mistress feeds me, so I smile in anticipation. The banana slices are crushed under the sole of Her leather boot. She lifts Her boot again and says: “Lick the sole clean, slave!” Excited I lean forward and start working on the assigned task. When I´m done Mistress inspects the sole and, satisfied, picks up some of the mashed banana with Her elegant fingers. I open my mouth and let Her feed me. It feels so nice.

After the plate has been cleared, Mistress gets up and tells me to follow Her to the rack. I’m instructed to lie down on my back and secured with ropes. Mistress puts on a pair of soft leather gloves with a beautiful chain detail. She starts touching my body with Her leather-clad hands, concentrating on my nipples and face. My cock is not accessible because it is locked in a chastity device. Mistress lets me sniff and kiss the gloves and I even manage to briefly suck on Her fingers. This is such a tease.

Mistress asks whether I would like to have my CB taken off. “Of course, Mistress”, I reply, slightly shaking in anticipation. Mistress brings Her handbag and spends quite a few minutes rummaging in it. She even starts taking things out of it and putting them on a small table. I hear my heart beat loud. Did She lose the key? Impossible, She must have it somewhere. I ask Her in Czech. “Nevím” (I don´t know), Mistress says and giggles. Eventually She finds a small leather purse and takes the key out. Naturally I expect Her to release me now but She´s got a better idea.

“Slave, we have to talk about your most recent mischief”, Mistress has now switched back to English. The terrible thing is, that I don´t quite remember what that mischief is. Mistress is annoyed by my lack of memory. “Last week, you attended your client´s funeral and instead of paying respect to the deceased, you were looking at women´s high heeled shoes and stockings. You wrote about it in your diary. Do you remember now?” Mistress doesn´t sound amused. “Yes, I do remember now”, I confirm, deeply ashamed of my offensive behaviour at the funeral. My only excuse is that I had been without any sexual release for almost 3 weeks that day and I simply failed to control the nagging thoughts.

Mistress picks up a rather interesting-looking device. It is a long stick with a pointy roller at the end of it. She proceeds to move it all over my body. It´s scary. While doing that She talks to me to make sure I understand the severity of my offence. Suddenly She bites one of my nipples. I squirm. She squeezes the other one with Her delicate fingers. Eventually She picks up the key to my CB and swiftly unlocks it. My cock is finally free after being locked up for so long. I feel delirious. Mistress takes one of Her gloves off and gently runs it over my now fully erect cock. Next She slaps it a few times, still using the soft glove. It doesn´t really hurt, it actually feels very pleasant.

Now Mistress unties me and makes me bend over the rack. My wrists are clipped to the O rings at the right side of the bench, a leather cube is placed under my knees and my ankles are tied up together as well as to another two O rings. Mistress brings a cane and soon makes me feel sorry about my misbehaviour. She takes short breaks between the hits, so I can regain my posture. The caning is getting heavier and heavier but I try to keep quiet. The blows are now so hard that I really can’t hold still anymore. I wiggle my arse and it’s getting more and more difficult to keep my legs on the cube.

After what feels like ten minutes Mistress eventually stops and unties me. At this point I actually think that the session is over but I´m mistaken. Mistress attaches a piece of rope to the metal collar I’m still wearing and pulls on it. I follow Her as She leaves the dungeon area. I feel confused. Where is She taking me? We are now in the hall, to the left is the staircase and in front, a bit further, the kitchen, but Mistress opens a door that is right next to the stairs. I had never noticed that door before. It is completely dark inside but She switches the light on and we walk in.

It is very damp and quite cold in here. There are tiles on the floor and the walls are made of red bricks. I realize it is a cellar rather than a room. I notice a few O rings in the walls. All my limbs are swiftly secured to them. I am standing with my arms lifted and spread and I´m facing the door. What will happen now? “I need to leave you here for some time”, Mistress says. I start trembling. “Why do you need to leave me here, Mistress?” I ask, really scared now. “Because it´s part of the session and besides, I have other things to do now”, Mistress laughs while attaching a Japanese nipple clamp to my left nipple. Then She switches the light off, closes the door and leaves. It´s entirely dark in here. What is She going to do now? Will She leave me here for long? All these questions go through my mind. In the distance I hear the clicking sound of Her high heels as She walks away and then it is completely silent.

After what must have been six or seven minutes the door reopens. Mistress takes the clamp off my left nipple and attaches it to the right one. Then She leaves me in the dark again. More time passes before Mistress returns. The door is now left open and although the light that is coming from the hall is not very strong, I immediately notice that Mistress took Her corset off while She was away and is now standing in front of me proudly showing off Her magnificent breasts. Her skin looks so soft and smooth. I´m dying to touch Her but my hands are still bound to the walls. She removes the nipple clamp. Pain rushes through my body, but Her beauty makes it very bearable.

Then Mistress comes even closer to me. She is wearing very high heels and I am standing with my legs spread so She´s taller than I am at this moment. My mouth is at the same height as Her breasts are. She lets me kiss them. I don’t think I have ever seen a woman who had such beautiful breasts. Hers are firm, nicely shaped and just the ideal size. In one word perfect.

After a minute or so She takes a step back and drips some nice smelling oil on my cock. Her gentle hand massages my throbbing penis and the oil makes the sensation very slippery and intense. Soon I ask my Mistress for permission to cum. She kindly approves and once again I am allowed to worship Her erect nipples. I close my eyes and finally earth-shatteringly climax. It seems to last forever. I’m totally drained both literally and figuratively. The only thing I can say at this point is: “Thank You Mistress”.

**Please note intimacy or my nudity is NEVER part of my professional services and as such cannot be expected or demanded**

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K.’s journal part 3

How Mistress Arella Saved my Life

This blog will tell you how having a whipping from Mistress Arella can actually save your life.

For the past 5 years I have only been able to receive punishments from Pro Dommes that would not bruise or mark me due to me having a wife. This has been frustrating for me as I do enjoy being severely punished and prior to being married I could visit a Pro Domme and be bruised & marked without having to worry. I was pleased when my wife decided to book a holiday for 3 weeks, leaving me home alone. My first thought was to invite Mistress Arella to London so that we could have a no limits session where she could bruise & mark me as much as she wanted.

Mistress Arella had been bought a new leather whip by one of her slaves, the whip was thick, hard and had a solid end part which when used can cause immense pain. Mistress had doubts whether to use this whip on me due to the pain it may cause, however she decided I deserved a harsh whipping, so proceeded to strap me to a whipping bench so that I was fully restrained and have no choice but to accept a harsh whipping.

The first strike was painful, I did not know how many strikes I could take, but I had no choice, Mistress continued to whip me 1,2,3,4….20 then I lost count. A thoroughly painful yet enjoyable whipping.

The bruising appeared almost straight away, that evening I could see the bruising on my bottom and upper leg, nothing unusual there, it would be what you would expect after a harsh whipping, so I thought nothing of it and went to bed. It was painful to lie down and sleep, again to be expected. The next morning I woke up to find the bruise had spread down the back of my leg, again I thought nothing of it, as long as the bruising disappeared before my wife returned from holiday I did not mind. Throughout the week I noticed the bruise was getting worse rather than better, after 7 days it had spread from my bottom/upper legs right down to my calf. My whole leg was bruised. I posted a photo of this on Twitter and Mistress Arella was immediately concerned as this was not a usual reaction to a whipping. Mistress Arella spoke to her ex personal slave who advised that the bruising usually disappeared fairly quickly after a whipping. Mistress Arella advised me to visit my doctor.

On visiting my doctor he was a little concerned so he decided to carry out a few tests, whilst there I also advised him I had a digestive problem where I could not swallow food easily. This resulted in a number of tests including having a camera put down my throat. After many many tests and needles being put into me and being prodded around, they discovered that I had some cancerous cells in my oesophagus, obviously I was a little shocked although not overly surprised as I have always struggled to eat food.The acid from my stomach had entered my oesophagus and created a sore about an inch wide, as this had been happening my whole life the sore had developed into a form of cancer.

Over the next month I went through further tests and found that the cancer was non aggressive and could be treated fairly easily, which obviously was a great relief for me. Next week I am due to have the section that is affected cut out which should in theory clear me of the cancerous cells. I will need a few treatments after the operation to ensure this is the case.

If the cancer had not been detected at such an early stage my prognosis could have been very different. This is thanks to the whipping I received from Mistress Arella, had I not had that whipping I would not have gone to the doctors, had Mistress Arella not seen the bruising and suggested that I visit my doctor the cancer would still be undetected.

The moral of this short blog post is go and have a session with Mistress Arella, it could possibly save your life.

This did make me think of a new fetish which I am yet to see if Mistress Arella will take advantage of. The fact Mistress Arella has saved my life, means that I now owe her my life and should do anything she wants according to an old Chinese proverb. I will have to wait and see.

When Mistress Arella next visits London I will be fully recovered. I hope the fact I have been unwell Mistress Arella does not feel she cannot fully punish me. We have agreed to no more harsh whippings but I hope there is an alternative activity that can cause me pain without the bruising & marks.

Thank you for saving my life Mistress Arella.

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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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The fur poncho as well as the sexy Karen Millen dress is a gift from slave B. I love the way it shows off my feminine figure!

My trip to The Netherlands

Enjoy a couple of pictures from my recent trip to The Netherlands!

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Problems with fakers

I have found quite a few people using texts stolen from my website recently so I can only guess how many fakers actually parasite on me this way. If you come across such stolen content whether texts, photos or videos, kindly drop me a line so that I can take action.

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This retro picture is one of my first professional ones (taken in 2007). 

Talking about fakers and scammers, I would also like to urge all financial slaves NOT to send money or gifts to a fin domme who doesn´t have any history or reputation on the internet. You have no control over where your money goes if you tribute the first pretty face you stumble on.

Here´s an excerpt from a comment left in my Real Deal Slave FetLife group by one such naive man:

…In profiles on Collarme and Facebook there are many men pretending to be females. It has become a way of making money in the region where I live. I have lost a lot of money this way, paying people who promised contact but simply did not respond after the tribute has been recieved.

(Text has been slightly rephrased.)

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Do not tribute me through any website / online profile that clearly doesn´t belong to me. There are scammers using my pictures to advertise fetish chat services that I do not provide. They even try to collect large tributes in my name. Do not fall into such trap.

If you would like to tribute me, click here.

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One of the biggest offenders is Lauren Fulbrook, address: Thornfield, AxesLane, Redhill, RH1 5QL, UK, email: Mrsfulbrook@gmail.com FB: https://www.facebook.com/tiafulbrook, https://www.facebook.com/laurentia.fulbrook who dully copied ALL my website texts including highly personalized lines and is therefore matter-of-factly pretending to be myself. She uses some stolen pictures too.

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I now take printscreens of such fraudulent websites so that I have a proof on hand anytime.

My webmaster works very hard to have such fake sites closed down but it takes a lof of time and energy. Nevertheless we will not stop chasing these appalling scammers.