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This is a great news for all my fans! I shall be, again, available for real time appointments from the end of April onwards. However, I won´t be particularly time flexible, therefore it is strongly recommended that you enquire in some advance (1 week ideally) to avoid possible disappointment. Dungeon sessions with new clients / slaves will be a subject of an upfront deposit that can be paid anonymously. I can only make an exception for those able to supply verifiable references from another established pro domme. Hotel sessions of standard length (up to 2 hrs) will remain deposit free.

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K.’s journal part 4

My First Visit to Prague
After a lot of thought I decided I should show my true devotion to Mistress Arella by visiting Prague. Mistress Arella had already visited London 3 times within a year. The last time being in March where I spent 4 days exclusively in her company which was more than I could ever dream of, but it was time to show Mistress Arella how serious I am about being her Personal Slave.

The decision to visit Prague is one I did not take lightly, mainly due to the fact I am married and for any married man to visit another country without their wife’s knowledge can be difficult and for some impossible. My planning for the trip had to be perfect. After a few email conversations with Mistress Arella my mind was made up, I therefore booked my flight to Prague.

This is obviously a high risk for me, but my desire to serve Mistress Arella is overwhelming, it is something I must do.

I shall take you back to a conversation I had with my wife a few weeks previously, we were discussing people who cheated on their partners, so I dropped into the conversation “How would you feel if I visited a Pro Domme, no sex involved just me being punished, whipped etc..?” She answered ” I would be devastated”. Obviously I do not want to hurt my wife but I know in my heart that I could never stop serving Mistress Arella and if it came to the choice of choosing between being married or being able to serve my Mistress for life, I would honestly choose serving Mistress Arella. That is what makes me truly happy.

This brings me onto the subject of blackmail, many slaves´ fantasy, but not one of mine. However, this did make me realise although blackmail has never been discussed with my Mistress, she does hold an amazing depth of power over me. If ever I really upset Her, she has my home address, telephone number plus a lot of other information including photos of me in her recent photoshoot. All this could be used to destroy my marriage. Like I mentioned this never needs to be discussed but we both know the power Mistress Arella now has over me.

Lets get back to the main subject, my visit to Prague. The anticipation had been building since I booked the flight ticket. I could hardly sleep the night before my visit, I had to be up at 5am to leave for my flight. Luckily the flight was on time and I arrived in Prague just before midday. I decided to have a quick snack at the airport so not to be too early for our arranged 2pm session. The taxi driver gave me a little fright when he almost dropped me off at another address, but we did eventually find the correct building to my relief.

I was early so decided to go for a walk, my phone was in my bag so I did not realise Mistress Arella had tried to phone me. I phoned her back and she said I could come straight away to the dungeon. On entering the dungeon Mistress looked her usual stunning self, dressed in a leather pencil skirt, white shirt and black stockings. Very smart, office type attire. Beautiful.

In my own fantasy I had hoped Mistress would say “I do not care if your wife finds out, you will be punished and marked severely”. That is my fantasy but in reality, I would never want my wife to find out. Luckily Mistress shows some compassion and says she will not mark me……much.

The session shall be 3 hours long and Mistress tells me to take a shower before we start. As I come out of the shower, in my boxer shorts, Mistress quickly tells me to remove them immediately. I am told to kneel in front of her and a collar is placed on me. I am secured to a cross and blindfolded, Mistress uses the new inflatable gag I bought for her, I am impressed with its quality and feel. She proceeds to attach nipple clamps on me whilst also whipping my erect penis. Weights are added to the nipple clamps and clamps and weights are also added to my balls. The few whip strokes I have already received have bruised my legs and my penis. After what seems like ages I am released from the cross, my arms and hands have pins & needles, but the blood flow soon returns to normal.

My ankles are attached to a bondage device that has an inbuilt, adjustable penis clamp. My cock is tightly secured in place. Mistress then uses the new leather arm binder as well as the bondage hood I recently purchased. The mask has a permanent blindfold and is padded around the ears.  I am now completely helpless, unable to see, hear or move. I am at Mistress Arella’s mercy. The hood is very hot and it is quite hard to breathe. I am relieved when Mistress eventually removes it and releases me from the penis clamp.

The next device to be used is a small table, it has a small circular hole in it, just enough space to fit my penis through. Mistress orders me to lay down underneath the table and place my penis through the hole. She then sits down on the table and reveals the new painful nipple clamps I recently bought. These are very large and are best placed on a slave in the lying down position. I can assure you they are extremely painful, so much that in fact my penis goes completely limp. Mistress looks disappointed as she wanted to administer some CBT to my fully erect cock.

Mistress then tells me I shall receive some flogging over the whipping horse. Due to the no marks rule, Mistress is fairly gentle with me.

I am later told to get up as I am now to be placed in the small cage, while Mistress places the bondage hood on me again. I crawl into the cage and Mistress locks the door. I can faintly hear Mistress talking to me, I believe she is sitting on the throne relaxing and having a drink, whilst watching me pathetically struggle to move in the cage.

I am eventually released from the cage and Mistress orders me to start kissing her shoes and feet. I have never classed myself as a foot fetishist, however Mistress Arella has such beautiful feet, I am fast becoming a big fan of them. I am told to kiss her legs as well, Mistress Arella has the most beautiful long legs and I do find legs one of the most attractive features. I could spend all day worshipping them. I am in heaven. Even more so when she removes her stockings to reveal her soft subtle skin, could this session get any better? Well yes, Mistress asks me to massage her feet & legs, this is what I was born to do, to serve and please my Mistress.

The session is almost coming to an end when Mistress spots some leather cuffs hanging from a chain from the ceiling. She decides to secure me to these for a bit of caning.

After the session Mistress tells me to clean all the equipment that has been used whilst she has a shower. I proceed to clean everything, as usual I make a few mistakes doing this part of the job which Mistress points out as she comes out of the shower. I notice she is dressed in one of the stunning dresses I had bought for her. She looks so beautiful, so hard to imagine that a woman who looks so beautiful & elegant can be such an amazing Pro Domme.

We are due to go to a fine dining restaurant, so I have a quick shower and we order a taxi to the restaurant. As usual Mistress´ choice of restaurant is amazing. The setting is perfect, the menu is appetising and we proceed to have a lovely meal and interesting conversation. The fine dining experiences I have enjoyed with Mistress Arella are truly out of this world. It is where I fully appreciate her qualities not only as a Pro Domme but also as a lovely human being, interesting, witty, just pure elegance & class. How can one woman have it all? Well, Mistress Arella does.

My time with my Mistress is almost at an end, her driver has texted her to say he is outside, my taxi is due shortly to take me to the airport. I feel sad to be leaving but this trip has confirmed to me that I want to be Mistress Arella’s personal slave forever. I just hope I can please her enough so she does not get bored of me. I long to do so much more to please my Mistress, I really will do anything she asks of me, I am going home feeling owned, happy and content in the knowledge that I have shown Mistress Arella that I am serious about my position as her Personal Slave and that I am reliable and can be trusted.

I cannot wait until my next visit to Prague.

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From B.´s journal – part 10

December 14, 2012

Ok, that was a bummer. I arrived at the airport too late and missed my flight to Prague. Fortunately I was  able to book another one for the same day. Mistress and I were supposed to meet in my apartment but because of my delayed arrival She ordered me to come straight to the restaurant that She booked for our dinner. Over the meal Mistress scolded me mercilessly for being so hopeless when it comes to time management and for wasting Her money on the expensive airticket I had to buy to get to Prague at all. She had me trembling during the entire dinner. I didn´t know what to do or say anymore. She really has a firm grip on me mentally. She kept looking at me with Her piercing eyes and I felt weaker every minute. “It seems that you don´t really care, slave”, was one of the things She said to me, but that is really not true. I can´t describe what I feel for Her and I care even more about being allowed to serve Her. My world would end if She ever dismissed me. Even the threat that I am no longer Her number one slave makes me go crazy. Maybe that is what people call jealousy?

Tomorrow morning we will have a session. Mistress told me that She originally had a very pleasant scenario in mind, but some severe punishment will nevertheless have to be included because of how I disappointed Her. I felt, and still feel, so bad for failing Her today. Fortunately we are going to Portugal for Christmas and I will have an entire week there to show Her how devoted I am to Her. There will be no distractions, just me serving Her in any way She sees fit. I am really looking forward to this, not only because I can show Mistress the true slave I really am, but also because I can then finally only focus on Her and Her needs. Now I have too many distractions from work.

Still shaking and completely mentally broken I followed Her to pick our coats up. First I helped Mistress into Her black jacket. She was wearing red blouse, that makes Her curves stand out perfectly and a pair of elegant black trousers. I really like that distinguished look. The high heeled boots made Her just a little bit taller than I was so that way She looked even more dominant. Then our coats were brought. My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I saw how the black mink was draped around Mistress´ slim body. Oh my, the collar of the coat is very, very thick and almost reaches Her cheeks. I was already meek as a little lamb, but the sight of my Mistress standing next to me wearing this marvellous coat almost made me fall to my knees. The way Her perfectly smooth and pale complexion contrasts with the dark mink fur… How Her wonderful, long and shiny brunette Hair lusciously falls over the fur of Her coat… I literally bent my knees but She noticed and urged me to stay on my feet. What a magnificent image! My Goddess, towering over me, enchanting me with Her beauty, power, wisdom and knowledge. It seems there is nothing else for me in this life than serving my Owner.

December 15, 2012

Just a few more meters and I will arrive in the dungeon. It is not even 10.30 in the morning, but from all the stress from yesterday I am totally awake and very alert. All of a sudden a thought crosses my mind. I am not that alert after all, how could I forget??? Mistress ordered me to bring certain props from the Netherlands. I had done that, of course. Yesterday before I went to bed I put everything in one bag and placed that bag on the table in the apartment, to make sure that I wouldn´t forget to bring it to the dungeon. In a flash I see the text message Mistress sent me this morning to remind me not to forget. Oh no!!! I press the knob of the bell with trembling fingers. Yesterday I missed my flight to Prague, and now She will probably have to change the scenario for the session, because I did not bring the toys She wanted to use. As I descend the stairways into the basement, I feel my courage sink to an all-time low. How am I supposed to tell Her this?

Mistress looks more stunning than ever. She is wearing thigh high black boots with very high heels. I look up a bit more to discover that She is also wearing a red latex mini-skirt, black underbust corset and a cropped black top that makes my mouth start watering the moment I notice Her sexy cleavage. We enter the main chamber and I tell Mistress what had happened. She is far from amused, but doesn´t lose Her temper. Without hesitation She orders me to climb on the bondage chair. I always bring my own cuffs because my wrists are very thin, but because I don´t have them this time, Mistress instead attaches ropes to both my wrists and ties me up to the chair. She comes closer to me. I have a perfect view of Her magnificent body that is now being accentuated by the tight latex clothing She is wearing. She leans over a bit and exposes Her sexy cleavage. ”Today I will do things to you that you really don´t like”. Mistress says while pinching my nipples and gently squeezing my balls and cock. I am getting really horny but I also wonder what it could be that I really don´t like, because I actually like everything Mistress does to me, however cruel or brutal it might be.

She grabs a small bottle and sprays some of its content onto my now fully erect cock and also onto my balls. “Oh no”, I utter. This will surely be a very unpleasant punishment. I have only ever told Mistress one thing I really don´t like and it seems that this is exactly what is about to happen to me now. With a daring look in Her eyes, She pierces the skin of my cock with the first needle. I have had really bad experience with this type of play. Back then it was done with regular sewing kit needles. They were sterilized in a flame so not only were they very thick, they were also really hot and not sharp enough. The woman pierced my nipples with several needles and also stuck some really deep into my cock and ball sack. I remember passing out from it. In goes the second needle. “You see how good it is that Mistress knows about the things you hate. How else can I punish you? If I cane you, you will actually enjoy it”. With these words my Mistress pricks the next needle into the foreskin of my cock, and another one. The feeling is actually not bad at all. These needles are very thin and I have to admit that it feels quite nice. I breathe out from relief. This is nothing like what I had experienced before. I know I can trust Mistress with my body entirely, but She did really frighten me for a moment.

After a few minutes Mistress removes all the needles from my cock and ball sack. I shall thank Her for removing the fear of needle play from my psyche. Mistress informs me that I will be in chastity until at least next week, when we go on holidays to Madeira. I know that recently I have miserably failed Her many times, but staying in chastity all this time is so frustrating. It has been two weeks now, which is not too long, but you have to realize that Mistress keeps teasing me on a regular basis, so I am constantly horny without getting any release. I was hoping to be allowed to cum this weekend, also because it is my birthday today, but I am well aware that I don´t deserve it. I am now instructed to work on Mistress´ jacket. There is some kind of fluff coming out from the lining. She hands me the garment with a pair of scissors.  It takes me a bit of time to clean the entire thing and when I say that I think I´m ready, Mistress points out that I forgot to do the sleeves. I swiftly finish the task.

Mistress now tells me to get a collar from the rack at the wall. I pick one but that one is not to Her liking. I crawl back to get another one. This one seems to be too large. Finally I choose one that fits. I kneel down in front of the chair Mistress is sitting on and She places the collar around my neck. Humbly I lower my head and stare at the floor as She does this. From the corners of my eyes I see how She gets up from the chair. Her high heels tick firmly on the stone dungeon floor. Mistress now ties my hands together behind my back with a strong leather strap around each wrist. Next Mistress attaches a rope to my collar and says: “We are going for a little walk. Would you like it if I took you outside like this?”I always find it really hard to answer this type of questions. Images flash through my mind where I see us walking in the snowy streets of Prague. My Mistress, who is wearing Her warm fur coat, pulls me on a leash behind Her. I am totally naked, except of the collar around my neck and the leather straps that keep my wrists bound tightly behind my back. This image turns me on immediately. In my mind I feel so proud to be shown to the world like this but I don´t really dare to admit this to Mistress. I´m always afraid that She will think that my ideas are too perverse or extreme so I struggle with the answer. “I thought you didn´t have any limits, slave?” She asks me. Yes, She is right. I don´t believe in limits, at least not in limits that the slave can come up with. Mistress is the judge of what is acceptable and what is not. In a couple of minutes it becomes clear that we are not going outside but that Mistress will once again lock me up in that dark, damp and cold cellar. She makes me stand with my legs spread apart so they almost touch the walls on both sides. My hands are still secured behind my back and now Mistress also ties my ankles to the rings in the wall. I can move my body, but can´t move my feet anymore, so I have to be careful not to lose balance and fall. Without saying a word, Mistress switches the light off, closes the door and leaves me behind in the pitch black darkness.

I have no idea what is about to happen and all kinds of thoughts cross my mind. A few minutes later Mistress returns. She is holding a flashlight that She points right in my face. The cell is otherwise completely dark so I can hardly see Her. “Last time, during interrogation, I forgot to ask about your Master Plan, slave”. Ai, now it is going to get serious. I always teasingly tell Mistress that I have a Master Plan, but honestly, there is actually a lot of truth in it. I do have quite a few ideas about what I would like us to accomplish and what should happen in the future, but I always keep it a bit of a secret. Partly because I like to tease my Owner, but mainly because I´m afraid to tell Her certain details. “Tell me! What is the Master Plan?!?!”Sometimes I think that Mistress have had military training, because She can be so fierce when She really wants to get some information out of me. I stammer a bit but then tell Her about one of the main goals I have. “I would like to unleash Your full Goddess potential, Mistress. I think there is a true Goddess inside You and I would like You to become Your true self and live like the Superior Queen You are”. There, that was not too hard but I didn´t say anything about my own role in this plan.

The bright light of the flashlight keeps stinging in my eyes as Mistress continues to interrogate me. “Tell me more!”, She orders in a very assertive tone. Anyone who has ever met Mistress knows what that sounds like. How can one refuse Her when She commands you like that. Well, I persevered and said that I was really afraid to tell Her, because She would find it ridiculous. She comes closer to me and says: “I will help you a bit”. Her hand first starts squeezing my balls and the next minute I feel a very sharp pain in both my arms. Mistress attached two tiny but extremely severe clamps to my skin. “You know that eventually you will have to tell me anyway, so you might as well do it now”, says Mistress. I feel that I am starting to become emotional. I have such an intense feeling of love and devotion for my Mistress, it is unreal. I had already told Her about my feelings towards Her some time ago. I try to utter the first words as my eyes become watery. I am afraid that if I tell Her this, She might reject me or disapprove.  “Mistress, I would like to marry You.” The words are out, and so are a few tears that are now dripping over my cheeks. “Nice!” That is all Mistress said while removing the terrible clamps from my arms. “Really? I was afraid that You wouldn´t approve of that Mistress”, I reply. “Well, I have no control over your feelings, slave”, She responds. But actually She does. She controls me in every way thinkable including my emotions. She can break me with a few simple words or gestures. Mistress subsequently unties my ankles and I am to follow Her to the hallway.

There She instructs me to take off Her high black boots and stockings. The latex skirt is also removed and so is the corset. There is a zipper at the front of the little top Mistress is wearing and She tells me to open it. Her gorgeous breasts pop out from under the tight latex. Eventually I am even allowed to remove Her undies. She is now standing in front of me completely naked. Her beautiful body is towering over me as I am kneeling on the floor, folding Her latex clothes. “You will now wash me, slave”, says Mistress. Wow, I am actually allowed to wash the sexy body of my Goddess! I am allowed to touch Her naked skin! We walk towards the bathroom. I humbly kneel down in the shower, open the tap and make sure the water has pleasant temperature. Then I carefully wash my Owner´s entire body. The body of a Goddess is like a temple and so is my Mistress´. Her skin feels so incredibly smooth and soft. I gently touch Her breasts, slowly I move downwards to Her belly, next I rinse Her back, Her beautiful bottom, superior legs and dinky feet. I take a towel and very cautiously and gently dab all the water from Her skin. Afterwards I help Her get dressed.

We head to the Old Town to have lunch. Afterwards Mistress wants to show me the fur store where She and Her new slave bought that magnificent mink and fox coat She is wearing right now. For me it is hard to keep my eyes off Her but while walking I notice that almost everybody who approaches us looks at Mistress with amazement. Both men and women are completely blown away by Her appearance. She looks stunning clad in the furs. Mistress tells the shop assistant that we would like to look at the coats. They have an amazing collection there. Mistress notices a knitted rabbit fur jacket with fox trims. She wants to try it on. Automatically I reach for Her coat and handbag. She doesn´t have to instruct me on these small details, I always try to be there for Her at the right time. I watch Mistress with anticipation as She is putting the jacket on. The moment the fur wraps around Her body, something changes. Mistress gets a different look on Her face and radiates royalty, superiority and divinity even more than usual. I look at Her and immediately think that She must have this garment. It suits Her just so perfectly. I try not to show my enthusiasm and ask Her if She likes it. Of course She does so I buy it for Her. This is the second fur coat Mistress got within a week .

**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 9

November 22, 2012

When Mistress accepted the key for my CB more than half a year ago, She would first only lock me up when we were together. On a couple of occasions She would hide the key somewhere in my house before She left for Prague again. I would start looking for it in the next days. Once I found the key, I was allowed to use it and unlock the chastity device. The third time Mistress actually took the key with Her. At the airport She even showed me that it was in Her purse. I remember being glad about that, because She had saved me a lot of frustration that way. She could have just let me look for it for a couple of weeks instead. These days I am locked up almost constantly. It´s hard to ignore the fact that I am not in charge of my own cock anymore. When I walk, I hear the sound of my Prince Albert piercing tapping on the edge of the tube, when I go to toilet, I have to take extra caution. In the morning the pain of my morning erection wakes me up.

Recently Mistress had sent me a few of Her videos to work on. She wanted me to make short clips out of them and upload them on Youtube. Before I could make the clips, I had to watch the entire footage of course. I had never seen my Goddess in a video before so was surprised how much I got turned on by it. She is so beautiful and the way She is in the videos is the same as She is in real life. She does not act at all. When I think about being able to masturbate two weeks ago, I now kind of regret that I did it. It may sound strange, but being reminded of how nice it actually feels makes it even harder not be able to do it now. Somehow by allowing me to get the occasional release She has got me even more frustrated, because then I am simply more aware of what I´m missing. Actually it would not be that bad if I was not constantly turned on, but I am very aroused, even if She is not around. Sometimes it crosses my mind that She is having all the pleasure She wants without any restriction and I fantasize about Her having sex with other men.

Besides the fact that it will take another week before we meet again, I am also not too sure if Mistress will actually release me this time. I have made quite a few mistakes recently, some of them major. All the offences are kept in a document Mistress and I share, so there is no chance She will forget about them. She also told me that She noticed how I work a lot harder for Her since she started locking me up for longer periods of time.

November 30, 2012

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“Do you know what time it is, slave?” Mistress asks me. I have no clue. “It´s 7.30 am”, She says. Wow, that is really early. It´s a good thing that I was put to bed early last night. Mistress is already fully dressed and wearing make-up. “Go and take shower, but hurry up, you have got only ten minutes. Afterwards you will prepare breakfast”. Mistress commands me when we arrive upstairs. Just as I exit the shower and start drying myself off, I hear a bell ringing outside the bathroom. Next Mistress opens the door and tells me that the time is up. I quickly put on my collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, make a fire in the stove, prepare tea and put the breakfast on plates. Mistress got changed in the meantime and now looks very hot wearing a black leather top and a pair of ultra-short leather hotpants that accentuate Her wonderful, round bottom. Her slim legs are covered with fine fishnet tights. She sits down on a chair while I humbly kneel besides Her and hand Her the cup and plate. Mesmerized and amazed I struggle to take my eyes off the Mistress.

After breakfast I´m instructed to take Mistress´ bag and follow Her to the school room. I am still struggling to learn the Czech language so She will now test my progress. I feel tension building up in my naked body as I stand there opposite my fully clothed cane-wielding Mistress. Her dominance radiates from every cell of Her body. She grabs a piece of chalk and starts writing various sentences on the blackboard. I have to translate them. I also learn a few new Czech words such as “to report”, “hell” and “to confess”.

Next I follow the Goddess to the basement. I suspect we are going to the confessionary but instead Mistress takes me to a small alcove and ties all my limbs to the rings in its walls. As soon as I´m totally immobilized, She shuts the door. I´m always a bit anxious about what Mistress will conjure out of Her bag full of torture implements. I have the feeling that this time will be particularly tough for me. My thoughts are interrupted when the door reopens. I look down and see how Mistress slides something over my rock hard penis. Is that? Oh my god, She is holding a scalpel! The blade is scratching my member and I get really terrified. I start trembling. I try to move away so that She can´t cut me, but I´m too late and I see a small drop of blood on top of my penis.

What is She doing? How far will She go? I am always the one saying that there are absolutely no limits, but does that mean that She will actually? I´m having trouble keeping my thoughts in order and get more frightened every second. Mistress forces me to confess to Her, but speaking is even more difficult than thinking at the moment. I stammer and stutter and eventually manage to tell Her that I had spent some of Her money on a new navigation system for the car without obtaining Her permission first. The sharp blade scratches my erect penis some more and I see another small drop of blood appear. It slowly travels down the shaft and forms a red line. I am completely helpless and at the mercy of my Owner.

Mistress urges me to confess more and I now tell Her that not only did I spent Her money on something for myself, I also wasted a lot of Her time by watching pointless YouTube videos. All my free time is supposed to be spent working for Mistress. Mistress is very displeased to hear this confession and threatens to make a real deep cut now. “I am so sorry, Mistress”, I plead.  Mistress drops the scalpel and instead grabs a lit candle from the chandelier. She moves it really close to the head of my pierced cock. I can feel how the metal ring is now getting hot. In fact it burns like hell. Mistress moves the flame away for a few seconds but then repeats the act of torture a few times more. A bit later She unties me and orders me to follow Her. Speechless, broken and meek as a little lamb I humbly walk two steps behind Her.

We arrive in another room where Mistress lifts my arms and secures them to some chains that hung from the ceiling. Slowly I come to my senses but have no idea what is about to happen. In the corner of my eye I see how Mistress picks up a single tail whip from Her bag. She disappears from my view and takes position behind me. The first couple of times She hits me very gently.  She lets me get used to the feeling first. However soon the warming up phase is over and the blows start to become harder and harder. Mistress reminds me how I disappointed Her. I know I have to be punished. Every stroke of the whip leaves a red mark on my bottom and legs. I feel really sore. Fortunately Mistress takes a short break at some point and comes back into my view. She is now top-less and is teasing me with Her magnificent body. My eyes are almost popping out from their sockets.

Then the blows to my buttocks start again and become ever harder and fiercer. I notice I´m now really starting to get into the pain. The taste of the whip is now pleasurable so I spread my legs further apart and lift my arse to invite the blows. “Legs together and stand straight”, commands Mistress. Apparently She noticed my enjoyment so She increases the force even more. It hurts really bad right now. I try to keep my voice down and stay calm. Then, at last, Mistress says it is enough. I think this was the toughest beating She has ever given me. My entire arse and upper legs are swollen and covered in dark stripes and bruises. She unties my hands and I thank Her for punishing me. I am grateful and once again follow Her as She heads to Her bedroom upstairs. Every time I enter this wonderful red room, it strikes me what a difference there is here in Avalon between the beautiful room for the Lady and the damp, dark cell for the servant. Mistress comfortably lies down on the bed and I humbly kneel on the floor. I am once again given the extraordinary privilege to be allowed to pleasure my Queen.

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

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From B.´s journal – part 8

October 15, 2012

I am only allowed to read a couple of femdom related websites these days. Mistress told me some time ago that She didn’t want my mind to be poisoned by all sorts of extreme ideas. She prohibited me from viewing any bdsm content (websites, books, movies) without Her explicit prior approval. Recently Mistress hinted that She might ban one of the few websites that I was still allowed to visit. I wasn’t happy about that first but this morning I realized that the fact that She wanted to take away something from me was more important than the actual value of reading that particular website. This made me decide to voluntarily give up on reading it. It will give my mind more space and time to concentrate on my Owner and my Owner alone. So no more personal femdom related blogs from now on, except, of course, the one written by my Goddess.

November 10, 2012

Tomorrow is our first anniversary, so I have decided to invite my Mistress for lunch at a three-star Michelin restaurant here in The Netherlands. It is called De Librije and it is about an hour drive from my home town, Utrecht. My Mistress is very fond of fine dining and so am I. We share quite a few likes, preferences and hobbies, which is what makes us such a good Mistress – slave couple. We arrived early so we had a cup of tea in a nearby bistro; or rather, I should say, Mistress had a drink and I went to found a proper parking space. When I picked Her up, I paid for Her tea and, before we left the cosiness of the café, I made sure Mistress was wearing Her fur ear-muffs and leather gloves as it was chilly and windy outside. I feel it is my responsibility to make sure She´s comfortable at all times. When we entered the restaurant, we were rather impressed by the classy ambience. We enjoyed a very nice starter of crayfish and shrimps but then Mistress excused Herself to the restroom.

When She returned back to the table, She was in a very strict mood. “Why didn´t you tell me that there was a bit of lip gloss on my nose?” She asked in an irritated tone. I didn´t know what to say. Obviously I had screwed up again. In the meantime the main course arrived. Her strictness all of a sudden disappeared as She dipped Her index finger into my beetroot sauce, made a dot on my nose and burst out laughing. “Now you will need to sit like this till the end of the lunch”, She informed me, completely overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation. I accepted the punishment as I always do, but fortunately Mistress grabbed a napkin after a minute and wiped the sauce off my nose.

Mistress and I always have a lot of fun when eating out. Recently we visited a very nice fish restaurant in Amsterdam where Mistress forced me to eat a tiger prawn´s eye and had a good laugh over my comments how crunchy it was. My Mistress can´t stand boring slaves so I do my best to keep Her entertained in any way possible. When we arrived back to Utrecht in the afternoon, Mistress decided to get changed into casual attire and pay a visit to a local adult store. She thought it would be a good idea to make me get a penis extender and instruct me to have sex with Her while wearing it. That way She would get pleasure while I wouldn´t feel anything. We didn´t really find what we were looking for but the shop owner asked me to come back the following week to check new stock so I put it on my “to do” list. This list contains tasks that were assigned to me by Mistress.

November 11, 2012

Today I was cooking for my Mistress while She was sorting out my clothes. Unfortunately, the scallops were watery, the plates were cold, the salad dressing was reduced to plain vinegar, and the salt cellar was missing on the table. I´m afraid all this will be added to the list of offences, that contains my mishaps and mischiefs. I get punished for most wrong-doings in the sessions but Mistress also tells me off each time I displease Her. We also planned our trip to Berlin in 3 weeks time. We will spend one night in Residenz Avalon, followed by another two nights in a beautiful hotel apartment that Mistress has chosen. We are very thrilled. Three weeks is a long time though, so fortunately we will also meet at the end of next week. I find it very difficult to cope when Mistress is not around, so I´m now even considering relocating to Prague to be closer to Her. I am completely enchanted by this magnificent Woman. I think She has placed a spell on me.

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From B.´s journal – part 7

October 5, 2012

During the conference today, I exchanged several emails with Mistress. Most of them were about a fur coat that She wants to get. I have to say, it would be awesome if She had one. Some time ago She got a silver fox collar from me which looks amazing on Her. I think it would totally blow my mind to see Her in a soft fur coat. During the last couple of months my financial situation hasn´t been good. My major client owes me a large amount that he was due to pay 6 or 7 weeks ago. As a consequence, it seems we won´t be able to go to Residenz Avalon this month as we have planned. Mistress is getting annoyed with the situation now and today She sent me this message: If things don´t improve pretty fast, I will need to start offering you to my clients for dick sucking and other services to earn us the money that way. How would you like it? I´m pretty confident there would be a lot of demand for an obedient, exotic looking, slim slave with great oral skills. I was shocked when I read this. I think I read it three or four times. I tried to concentrate on the presentation but it was impossible. Her words echoed through my mind. What can I do? I toil for Mistress and besides that I´m also working hard to earn money but the project I´m working on now will only start earning me something substantial in November. I really didn´t know what to say.

After about forty minutes I couldn´t take it anymore, I had to respond. I begged my Mistress to give me some more time to make this right again. I pleaded with Her not to rent me out. Later on Mistress replied. She had found two fur collars that She wanted to have. She accompanied the links with the following text: You would only need to suck two clients to be able to afford them. Maybe we should seriously consider this option. I felt a shiver ran down my spine. She had done it again. From time to time She toys with me like this, mentioning things She knows I would hate to do, whereas the fact that She would make me do it excites me very much. This combination of excitement and repulsion just drives me mad and makes me feel even more submissive towards my Owner. The fact that She knows I´ll do anything for Her makes these remarks so powerful.

October 30, 2012

I was supposed to send Mistress a few ideas as what I can cook for Her during Her next stay with me. Yesterday I asked Mistress whether She liked any of the pasta dishes I had sent Her earlier, but She did not approve of any of those. Mistress wants something more special of course. Today I did not have much time to search for recipes so Mistress got impatient and gave me clear instructions as to what She expected to be served. Mistress also casually informed me that She would sort out my clothes. That means that She will go through my wardrobe and make two heaps of garments – approved and disapproved ones. I have a strong feeling that the “approved” pile will be very small, since Mistress generally doesn´t like the way I dress. Her grip on my life tightens again. She had already made it very clear that I am not to buy any clothes that She doesn´t personally choose for me.

On Sunday, when I was masturbating, I used a calliper to measure my cock for Mistress. She had already measured it once before but now She wanted to know what the difference in circumference is when I wear a cock ring and when I don´t. Without the cock ring the girth turned out to be 11.3cm. That is definitely far below Mistress´ standards. Today Mistress allowed me to play with myself while wearing the ring. I assured Her that I would not cum, because I´m not allowed to.

One of the reasons why Mistress didn´t lock me up this time before She left The Netherlands was to enable me to take the measurements. The other one was that I was a bit ill and She thought I would recover faster if I was comfortable. So I stroked my cock a bit while watching one of Mistress´ videos in order to maximize the size. When I thought it was at its full capacity, I slid the calliper around the shaft again. The girth was then almost 13cm.That is about the average according to the statistics I told Mistress, but Mistress reminded me that average is not good enough for Her. Of course. Now I am supposed to test a vacuum pump to see whether the figure will change again. Slowly the blood found its way back to my body and I could calm down a bit knowing that I had accomplished the task for my Mistress. When I was finally able to remove the cock ring, I received another email from my Owner:  It´s sex time now ;-). Oh wow. She had told me that during the weekend She would inform me when She was about to be pleasured by another man, and this was the first time. My cock was rock hard again within seconds. Mistress surely knows how to keep my excited.

November 9, 2012

Mistress and I meet really often these days. She had arrived to Holland again to spend a few days with me. Unfortunately we both have a bit of cold so we agreed that we would skip the planned session. That means that next time there will be two to make up for the missed opportunity. I am already full of anticipation, especially because Mistress had informed me, with a twinkle in her eye, that She had ordered a few rather vicious toys to tease and torture me with. I have no clue what those might be and She´s certainly not going to tell me as there is nothing else Mistress likes better than to surprise and amaze me during our play-time. We both love to session in the dungeons but we also enjoy real-life servitude very much. This time Mistress has decided to go through my wardrobe and sort my clothes. Garments that She doesn´t like will need to be disposed off or donated to charity. She may then decide to take me to the shops and choose some new clothes for me. I have no right to decide what to buy. She´s in charge of this, as well as many other aspects of my life.

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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From B.´s journal – part 3

August 22, 2012

We arrived in Brussels in the evening, after I had met Mistress at Schiphol airport.  I had some meetings scheduled for the morning but the rest of the day we would spend together. After lunch, Mistress said She wanted a sweet treat from a chocolate shop we passed on our way to the restaurant. The choice was overwhelming but eventually Mistress decided on a box of handmade bonbons. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but Mistress almost dropped one of the bonbons in the street. She swiftly caught it mid-air though and said “If it had fallen on the pavement, you would have had to eat it from the ground, slave.” Mistress then ordered me to roll up the legs of Her trousers. Humbly I knelt on the ground and rolled up the legs one by one. Mistress inspected both of them and made me redo the first one. Once again She scolded me for being sloppy. As we walked towards the Royal Palace, I noticed how dusty my trousers were from having knelt down a while ago. “You see,” Mistress said, “you need to get a small portable carpet. That way your trousers will never get dirty again.” I had to laugh. Mistress was referring to a scene we witnessed the previous evening as we were leaving Schiphol. She had pointed out a group of Muslim men who were praying on the parking lot and each of them had a small carpet for kneeling. “It would be practical”, I had to agree. As we continued towards the war memorial, we discussed one of the Elise Sutton´s books (Searching for Wanda) and how the masochists are ultimately looking for the Loving Female Authority rather than a real sadistic woman.

I also have some really bizarre fantasies in which the women are very cruel and cold. There are numerous triggers every day that stimulate my submissive, masochistic and fetishistic mind. If I were to give up self control, it would be very hard to carry on with normal life. I know very well that it is not realistic to live these fantasies 24/7. I also know that my Mistress doesn’t like any extremes. She has now forbidden me to visit any Femdom or BDSM related website with a few exceptions. She said She didn’t want my mind to get negatively influenced. Fortunately the most important thing for me is to be able to serve a woman, my Mistress, by spoiling Her, making Her happy and making sure that I can be supportive towards Her in every thinkable way. This can be achieved fairly easily from my perspective and can also be lived out on the everyday basis. The way Mistress and I are together is exactly what I had been longing for all my life. An intelligent, smart and witty woman who likes to be in control of everything. A woman who is dominant, a bit wicked but at the same time very down to earth. A woman who can be cruel and cold but also very kind and caring. Just like my Mistress. I like those contradictions. This is also one of the reasons I’m so happy that I am now an official slave of my Mistress. She can keep me in line just by being Herself.

We did some more sightseeing and afterwards went back to the apartment to chill out and get ready for dinner. Mistress informed me that She had ironed my shirt in the morning when I was at my business meetings. With such tender and caring gestures, She makes me feel so good. I looked at Her and She looked back at me and smiled. The shirt (which She chose for me when we went shopping in Prague recently) was in my suitcase together with some presents I had bought for Her. She had resisted the urge to open them which I appreciated, because I always like to say a couple of words when I give Her something. And more importantly, I just like to see Her when She is being spoiled. Mistress first unwrapped Her gifts and then proceeded to sign the slavery contract I wrote about in one of the previous posts. I knelt down and added my signature. I felt relieved. I had just given myself completely to my Owner for at least the next five years. Afterwards we went out and celebrated my new status with a glass of Prosecco in a friendly Italian restaurant. Mistress was wearing a beautiful green dress and an elegant black jacket. I´m always pleased when She wears clothes that I have bought her. When we got back to the apartment later that night, Mistress graciously allowed me to worship Her beautiful body. What a treat! What a magnificent Woman!

August 23, 2012

When I went to the bathroom this morning, Mistress was already up. I heard Her walking past my room a couple of minutes before I got up myself. I walked through the living room and heard some noises from the kitchen. “Good morning”, I said and seconds later She came to the living room . She was wearing a black satin bathrobe that made Her figure stand out nicely. I realized that this was actually the first time I had ever seen my Mistress without make-up. I felt there was something intimate about the fact that I was allowed to see Her without that extra barrier. She looked stunning as always. She doesn’t even need the make-up I thought. She promptly informed me how much time I had to get ready. I hurried up to pack everything and took both our suitcases and some smaller bags to the car, while Mistress was finishing Her breakfast. After a brief visit to the European Parliament, Mistress decided it was time to drive back to the Netherlands. After lunch, where I was allowed to kneel next to Her for a few minutes as I was translating the menu for Her, we had some time to kill. My Mistress really likes flowers and plants so She decided we would visit the botanical garden. After we had seen quite a bit we sat down and ordered some freshly squeezed orange juice. I was talking about something but She commanded “Drink!” as She wanted to leave for the airport. From time to time She interrupts my speech like this. I always immediately obey and follow Her orders. At the airport Mistress wanted me to change Her shoes. She sat down comfortably, I humbly knelt down in front of Her, opened the suitcase and replaced her leather flip flops with a pair of leather trainers. After checking Her suitcase in, we walked towards the security check area. She went through and waved goodbye. This was a very short visit of the Majesty, not even three full days, but it had been a fantastic one again. I had a great time serving my Mistress.

August 25, 2012

I have got no emails from my Mistress since I took Her to the airport a couple of days ago. Just before we said goodbye there, She was teasing me a bit. The better She knows me, the easier it becomes for Her. She said that She decided to be cold and distant and would not even allow me to hug Her. Of course I wasn’t too happy to hear that. She had toyed with me for some time but in the end She did give me a quick hug. I heard the words: “I’ll be missing You,” coming from my own mouth. ‘What? Did I just say that?’ I thought immediately. I don’t think I’ve ever said that to anyone. Normally I don’t miss places, situations or people, so why should I ever say that? Hmmm, this is strange. The strangest thing, however, is that I do actually miss Her right now.

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