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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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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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From B.´s journal – part 2

August 17, 2012

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

August 18, 2012

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

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

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

August 20, 2012

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

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

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

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From B.´s journal – part 1

August 14, 2012

What a restless night. I woke up several times because the so called “Points of Intrigue” of my CB3000 chastity device were pinching my skin. I was dreaming about the last few days I spent with my Mistress throughout the entire night but there was work to be done today, so I quickly got out of bed and did my exercises. Mistress told me that I had to gain some extra muscle so every morning I now do 50 push-ups and 50 sit-ups.

Mistress also wanted me to do some work on Her website so I spent another part of the morning adding the new feature She wanted. Around 11 am I left for tailor. Yesterday Mistress and I went to a fetish shop where nice leather clothes and sexy high heeled shoes and boots are sold. Mistress allowed me to join Her in the changing room and assist Her while She tried the garments on. That felt like a real privilege. At the end She chose a cropped leather top that made Her look so sexy. Unfortunately the zip was broken, but She decided to buy the top anyway, instructing me to have the zip fixed by tailor.

When I arrived to the office, I responded to Mistress´ emails. She had only been gone for one day, and I already longed to see Her again. I guess one could say that I’m hooked. Today I’ve sent Her 19 emails and also received 19 emails from Her. Apparently, we have a lot to talk about. Some of those emails were about my upcoming business trip to Brussels that Mistress decided to join me on. I´m already full of anticipation!

August 15, 2012

Today I exchanged some more emails with my Queen. One of them said: “The contract we have discussed will be written in Czech. It will be emailed to you once completed and you will have a few weeks to translate it. Then you will sign it and give it to me next time I see you.” During our last session Mistress mentioned that it was time for me to sign a slave contract. I don’t know how She does it, I rarely tell Her anything about my wishes and dreams. I’m far too paranoid that She might start doing or saying things just because She knows I like them. At one point She made me go through the list of activities on Her website and rank each activity. This way She would know what I like and compare it to what She likes Herself. “There’s really no point in doing things that neither of us likes”, She said. That sounded fair enough. Apart from the sessions there are quite a few other things going on. For me the time spent together outside the dungeon is far more important and interesting than the actual sessions. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy the sessions with my Mistress and I couldn’t live without them, but somehow real life slavery and servitude is the ultimate goal for me.

So here was the first mention of it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the subject of the email “The Contract”. Then when I opened the email and read it, my entire body started to tremble slightly. The way She writes is the same as the way She speaks. The tone, the ‘as a matter of fact’ choice of words, the straightforward commands, all of it, it leaves no questions. It all expresses very clearly who is in charge here. There is not even a small chance that I might not want to sign it. This document would now seal our relationship into something more real and tangible. Not even an hour later the next email arrived from the Queen Herself: “It was faster than expected. See the attachment.” Yes, that was a lot faster than I had expected, that’s for sure. I quickly saved the attachment and opened it. Fully in Czech, as She told me it would be. I was about to leave the office, so I didn’t have the time to read it all. Or I’d better say, I didn’t have the time to translate it all. My Czech is still nowhere near fluent, so reading such a contract was rather hard for me. I quickly went through it and noticed that it was divided into several sections. In one of the first sections I read that the contract was for the next five years. Another section stated some rights of the Mistress and a few rights of the slave. Then there was a list of obligations for the slave as well. One sentence immediately stood out: “Otrok akceptuje, že jeho sexualita bude v celé své šíři regulována Paní.” This says that my sexuality will be totally regulated by my Mistress. Reading this made me even more aware of the chastity device I was wearing.

August 16, 2012

This afternoon I started translating the slavery contract so that I could sign it as soon as possible, preferably before I meet my Mistress early next week. There were a few parts in the contract that seemed subtle at first, but in fact are really intense, as I realized after I gave it more thought. Let me for instance mention those few rights I will have as Her slave:

– Slave has the right to live.

– Slave has the right to be in contact with his family and relatives.

– Slave has the right to express his opinions.

That’s it. These are all my rights. I can still express my opinions, but I can never make any decision. I cannot object to any decision Mistress makes nor can I refuse anything She orders me to do. I will have to ask Her for permission to meet friends. I don’t have the right to organize my own time, buy new clothes She hasn´t approved of etc. I could go on forever, but it’s just very simple: I won’t have any rights except those three listed above. These three simple lines imply so much. The more I think about it the more aware I am of what I’m getting myself into: real life slavery. My dull afternoon immediately became very exciting. Mistress had done it again. In Her elegant way of handling matters, She´s going to enslave me totally, simply by putting a few words on paper. After we sign this contract my new life as Her official slave will start and there will be no turning back.

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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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K.’s journal part 2

This is a belated blog post due to some health issues I have experienced, however despite being delayed I hope you will enjoy me sharing my experiences as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave.

It has been 9 months since I first met Mistress Arella and I can say it has probably been the most memorable 9 months of my life, you will know from my previous blog post that I am an experienced slave, however this has only been in limited sessions with various Pro Dommes, therefore I had never experienced the true feeling of being owned or feeling like I am a 24/7 Slave. Serving Mistress Arella has completely changed my life, I now feel owned and I am oncall to her 24/7 365 days a year if she needs me.

A good place to start with explaining how I serve Mistress Arella is probably with how I serve her when she visits London. You may think this starts when she arrives at the airport, however you would be wrong. Long before Mistress has arrived we need to plan a number of things for her visit i.e. accommodation, for Mistress Arella’s visit in March I offered to pay for the accommodation & flights in full, therefore I deposited the £600.00 (yes it is that cheap) into Mistress Arella’s bank account so that she could book suitable accommodation & the flights.

The next priority is to plan where Mistress Arella will be dining. For her visit in March I had the privilege of dining with her on 4 occasions. The restaurants all need to be booked prior to Mistress arriving in London, therefore it is my job to ensure all the restaurants are booked for the time requested by Mistress Arella. All the restaurants are fine dining venues of course.

As Mistress Arella had a couple of photoshoots arranged for her visit, I also arranged for a hair salon at a 5 Star hotel to cut & style her hair. I, of course, paid for this as her slave.

Mistress Arella also likes me to purchase some basic food items that she can enjoy in her apartment during her time in London. I normally do this an hour before Mistress Arella arrives to ensure all the food is as fresh as possible.

The photoshoots were mainly arranged so that she could model the leather items I had purchased for her in February, however Mistress Arella also wanted to model some lingerie, therefore I wanted to ensure she had everything she needed for the photoshoot. Mistress Arella chose some lovely items which I purchased for her.

You will see from the above that there are a number of duties I carry out as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave which I would liken to being a PA to a CEO of a company, that is the best way I can describe it.

I bet most of you who are reading this would think that it was all about me being whipped & caned and enjoying being dominated and humiliated by Mistress Arella. Well this is a real Personal Slave Position where a lot of the tasks you may see as menial. This is a part of my Personal Slave duties I really enjoy as it is making Mistress Arella’s life easier and that is what I want to do as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave.

So that is all the preparation done, it is now time for Mistress Arella to arrive. My day starts with excitement & anticipation as I know today is the day I get to serve Mistress Arella in person. I normally go to work until midday and then take the afternoon off so that I can do Mistress Arella’s shopping and be ready in good time to chauffeur Mistress Arella from the airport to the apartment. This visit is slightly different though as we have arranged for Mistress Arella to have her hair trimmed immediately on her arrival. I chauffeur Mistress Arella to a 5 star hotel which has a hair salon onsite. I wait patiently in the reception area until Mistress summons me in to pay the stylist. Mistress Arella is not happy, the stylist (a male & owner of the salon) has been rude & was not gentle whilst styling her hair. I can see Mistress is livid, this is her natural dominance shining through.

We decide to have a couple of cocktails in the Hotel Bar whilst we wait for the hotel restaurant to open. It is time to have a nice chat & relax a little bit after a day of travelling. When the restaurant opens we are seated next to a lovely water feature in an enclosed area which is nice as Mistress does not like to be in a noisy environment. We have a lovely meal and enjoyable chat. After the meal it is time to chauffeur Mistress Arella to her apartment. This is a 2 bed apartment in Chiswick and is up to Mistress Arella’s requirements. I help Mistress Arella in with her luggage and ensure she has everything she needs before I go home for the night.

As I get home I see Mistress Arella has sent me an email. She is not happy as she has been left a note saying that a gas man will call in the morning to carry out some checks. During Mistress Arella’s visit in February she was disturbed by the noisy trains which made it difficult for her to sleep. We had requested an apartment in a quieter area this time so that Mistress Arella could have a peaceful nights sleep.The fact that a gas man could wake her up did not please her. It was my job to phone the company to say that Mistress Arella did not want the gas man to call. They were rather difficult with this request and initially refused to cancel, however I advised them that if they did not cancel we would be looking for some type of compensation for the inconvenience. They immediately cancelled, to my relief. I would not want to disappoint Mistress Arella.

The next day I arrive to chauffeur Mistress Arella to her photoshoot, but prior to that we are due to have lunch at another Michelin star restaurant, again this is a lovely meal and I feel privileged that I am allowed to accompany Mistress Arella to lunch. She always has so many interesting stories and is not afraid to talk about being a Pro Domme in public. After lunch we make our way to the photoshoot. Whilst Mistress Arella gets changed into her leather outfit I pay the photo studio for the hire, I also speak to her photographer who is experienced in his profession so much so that he has had numerous photos in the media, some very well known. As a budding photographer myself it is interesting to pick up some tips from him.

During the shoot I am an observer, helping move props if required and ensuring Mistress Arella has everything she needs. I am also lucky enough to be used in some of the scenarios which is a lovely experience.

After a long tiring day for both of us, I chauffeur Mistress Arella back to her apartment and I make my way home.

It is Friday, today we have a lot planned, firstly a meal at an Italian restaurant followed by my first dungeon session with Mistress Arella & finally I get the opportunity to photograph Mistress Arella myself.

I will skip straight to the session. The dungeon was adequate for our needs, but even before we entered the dungeon I had to help Mistress Arella put her stockings on. I was struggling and could not get the clips to hold. Mistress Arella immediately slapped me in the face a number of times. I continued to struggle for what seemed like a lifetime, Mistress Arella slapped my face again a number of times and then was so angry she got out her cane & caned me on my bare bottom. The session had not even started and I was being punished.

During the session we tried a number of things, including me being strapped to a bondage wheel. Whilst strapped & helpless Mistress Arella gained great pleasure by putting on some boxing gloves and punching my balls a number of times until I was screaming in agony. Very enjoyable though. Mistress Arella also put me in a cage from which I worshipped her feet through the bars. Mistress Arella had a brand new whip which even she said may be too much for me, however she went on to whip me which resulted in a number of bruises on my bottom and thighs. Again very enjoyable. For the first time since August 2014, Mistress Arella allowed me some relief in a session, which was very kind of her.

After the session it was time for me to Photograph Mistress Arella in various outfits, mainly the sexy lingerie I had purchased. I was extremely privileged to be allowed to do this. We spent 3 hours taking a number of photos, a lovely experience for me. At the end of the photoshoot we were both so tired. It had been a long day and I think we both just wanted to get home and sleep. I chauffeured Mistress Arella back home.

Before I left for my home Mistress Arella handed me a bag full of her dirty lingerie, this included 3 panties, a bra, stockings & a negligee. Mistress Arella requested that I hand wash all these items & return them to her spotlessly clean the next morning.

As I arrived home I hurried into my house & prepared to hand wash these items. This was again such a privilege to be allowed to handle something as intimate as Mistress Arella’s panties. She knows I have a pantie fetish so she must have known what a tease this is for me. I delicately hand washed all the items ensuring that the panties were spotlessly clean, I gently massaged the water into the panties ensuring no area was missed. I did the same for the other items. I needed to dry the items quickly so I hung them in my bedroom on the dryer and decided to speed up the process by placing a heating fan near the dryer. To my relief all the items were dry by the morning. The lingerie I washed was extremely sexy, expensive & had been worn by in my opinion the sexiest woman on this planet. For a pantie fetishist such as myself this was my dream task. I’m glad to say Mistress Arella was pleased with the results so I hope she will allow me to hand wash her lingerie again on her next visit.

For me a lovely day and the highlight of her visit.

Saturday and it is the day Mistress Arella flies home. I arrive at the apartment early so that we can have a domestic session, these are every bit as good as a dungeon session, todays session involved me giving Mistress Arella a nail manicure, me being wrapped in cling film so I am completely helpless. Mistress Arella uses some fairly harsh nipple clamps on me, my cock & balls are tied with string leaving them very securely held in place. I am then laid on my back on the bed, still wrapped in cling film, my cock & balls are exposed for Mistress to torture, she uses a number of items including clamps, candle wax & even an electrical device to shock my cock. Mistress Arella then sits on my face, I am really turned on by this point and hope Mistress Arella will allow me to relieve myself. She doesn’t, instead the session ends, Mistress tells me to stay on the bed whilst she gets changed. She comes back in with the sexiest lingerie I have ever seen, showing off every sexy part of her beautiful body. If only I could relieve myself I am so turned on. Well maybe next time.

After the session we both get ready to visit a dungeon just to view so that Mistress Arella can use the dungeon on her next visit. The dungeon is full to the brim with all manner of torture devices. It was nice to go there and be introduced to the other Mistress as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave. It made me feel proud to be in this position and actually made me feel that I belong in this position, it just felt so natural.

Time for another lunch before Mistress Arella returns home. This was not without incident. On arrival at the restaurant we were seated next to a noisy group of people. Mistress Arella & I were trying to have a pleasant conversation whilst eating our starter. The noise from the next table meant we could not hear ourselves speak, to Mistress Arella’s obvious displeasure. Mistress Arella in a high voice made it clear she was not happy and asked me to arrange to be seated at another table. I spoke to the manager and he hastily prepared another table for us to move to. We were then able to continue with our meal.

It is always sad for me when I have to say goodbye to Mistress Arella at the airport. I know in this visit I have really been spoiled, I spent every day with Mistress Arella and enjoyed some wonderful experiences. Hopefully there will be many more to come.

There we have it my life as Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave, I would not change it for the world, it is where I belong and where I feel most naturally happy. If you ever get the opportunity to be Mistress Arella’s Personal Slave or even just session with her, grab it with both hands as it is a rare unique opportunity to turn your dreams & fantasies into reality.

My next blog will explain how Mistress Arella saved my life…yes really.

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