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From K.´s journal part 7

It has been approximately 2 years since Mistress Arella last visited London. I have visited Mistress in Prague within that time but for me this is a rare and special occasion. This will be a flying visit for Her so I want to make the most of the precious time to impress Her enough, to show I am worthy of being given a slave contract.

During the weeks leading up to the visit I have been looking at ways I can serve Mistress Arella better and to prove I am 100% serious about being Her life long slave. I recently received an email from my Mistress saying that one of the ways I can improve is by giving Her a credit card. Without hesitation I agreed to this and quickly made a phonecall to Barclays to have Mistress Arella authorised to use my Platinum credit card. They asked me a lot more questions than I expected. I felt guilty when they asked me how we were related, I sheepishly answered She was my girlfriend. Instantly I felt as Her slave, I should not place myself in such a privileged position, but if this was the only way to get a credit card for my Mistress, this had to be done. Mistress later approved on this to my relief. The credit card will be handed to Her during our next session.

To be owned by Mistress Arella is my biggest ambition in life, to be an owned slave would give me purpose, it would give me pride and yes it would make me feel special. I know how strict my Mistress is with all Her slaves and how high Her standards are. Any slave given the opportunity to serve Her (even on a one off occasion) is instantly put in a very unique and privileged position. At one point I realized it would give me the greatest pride to be branded with Mistress Arella’s initials. I suggested to Mistress this is something I would really like to do, to show I belong to Her as Her slave. We originally discussed being branded with a branding iron, I even ordered one with the initials MA online, but after Mistress had carried out some research, She advised me that a tattoo would be the best option. I said I would be more than honoured to have a tattoo of Her initials on me and I would like Her to choose where the tattoo should be placed on my body.

Four days before Mistress’ visit I receive an email from Her telling me to buy some Dettol antiseptic spray for our session on Friday, this instantly gives me an erection as it starts my mind wondering what She has planned. The fact I have read this email whilst at my desk at work, means I will have to remain seated for the next 20 minutes until my erection subsides.

The day of Mistress’ visit has arrived, I always try to arrive early at the airport, however due to it being a Friday the traffic is more busy than usual so I arrive with minutes to spare. The anticipation starts to build as I sit there waiting for Her to arrive. As She walks through the arrivals gate, She glides across the floor, to me everyone else standing around Her is a blur, the only person I can see clearly is Mistress Arella and She looks so beautiful and so radiant. Compared to everyone else She looks like a Hollywood superstar. We walk to my car which Mistress has not seen before, it is a new Jaguar and I hope She will be pleased with it. She takes a photo of the Jaguar logo, so I believe the car meets Her high standards.

On arrival at the the hotel things start to go slightly wrong, the hotel has not reserved me a parking space and there is nowhere to park locally so we decide for Mistress to check in to the hotel whilst I try and find a parking space. After 45 minutes I finally arrive at the hotel.

When Mistress opens the door, She is wearing a very sexy leather dress and knee high leather boots. She looks amazing. The session begins and I am told to remove my shirt, but keep my jeans on. Mistress asks me to order Her some food from the room service menu, whilst I am on the phone She places a slave collar on me.

Mistress asks me to give Her the credit card I have promised. I decided to make it a special occasion by placing it in a Thank you card where I wrote how honoured I was to be giving the credit card to Her and how important and what it means to me to be Her slave. I think She was pleased with that little extra effort.

Mistress then tells me to give Her a pedicure and foot massage. I remove Her leather boots to reveal Her beautiful feet. Since serving Mistress Arella I have grown to love Her perfect delicate feet and toes. I am told to attend a foot massage course as my massage skills are not up to Mistress’ standards. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, it is the room service. I am without my shirt on and with a bright red slave collar around my neck, but Mistress tells me to answer the door. The waiter walks in and asks me to sign a form. He doesn´t look shocked at all and in many ways it feels normal to me and it gave me a bit of a rush. I have never experienced public humiliation like this before, but I could grow to like it and I could see the potential for Mistress to have a lot of fun with this.

Now that the food has arrived I am told to strip naked, Mistress asks me to make Her tea and then I´m instructed to iron Her clothes. Ironing is something I will need to improve on if I would ever be considered to be Mistress Arella’s house slave.

Mistress turns the discussion to the slave contract I so deeply desire. She has printed 2 copies of a contract and I am told to read each requirement. I am eager to put pen to paper as I feel I can achieve what is required of me. Mistress needs to sign the contract as well to make it official, however She says She may or may not do so tomorrow. This is heart wrenching as I am now thinking She has teased me with the contract showing what I could have and now it is going to be taken away from me. Knowing Mistress Arella as I do, I think I always knew the signing of the contract would not be a straight forward or easy process. She wants to see Her slaves work for this honour and possibly beg, which I am fully prepared to do.

The conversation turns towards my tattoo. Mistress starts to draw Her initials all over my body with a dark red lipstick. After some deliberation She decides that I shall have Her initials tattooed just above my cock. I have said wherever She chooses the tattoo to be on my body I will accept. This tattoo will be done during Her next visit in June. It could have serious implications on my marriage, but I am willing to take that risk to lead my perfect life serving my perfect Mistress.

Now it is time for my punishment. Mistress asks me to hand Her the antiseptic spray I was instructed to buy. My hands are placed in leather mittens and secured behind my back, a blindfold is placed on my eyes. I can now feel Mistress spraying the antiseptic on my cock and balls. I know this could be a very painful experience. I feel a small prick on my cock and realize She is placing needles through the skin of my cock and my ball sack. This may sound as if this would be a very painful experience, but with Mistress Arella’s expertise it actually feels enjoyable, even erotic. She removes my blindfold and l look down to see approximately 10 fine needles inserted into my genitals. Mistress then starts to use an electrical bat on my body, the type you kill insects with. It gives an electrical zap each time it comes in contact with my skin. Mistress focuses on my cock and balls as well as arse and thighs. It is more painful than the needles.

This week I bought Mistress some new leather restraint belts. She puts these to use by restraining me to a chair. My legs are fastened together, as I still have the needles in my cock and balls, this presses my thighs against the needles, causing me some discomfort as the needles dig in further. Mistress then places a leather hood on my head. I cannot see a thing and it is also hard to breathe as the air holes are tiny. Mistress proceeds to place nipple clamps on me and She canes my thighs. I am securely restrained so I have little choice but to accept any punishment Mistress feels fit to give me. After about 15 minutes I am released and the session ends. I am told to return to Her room at 9.30am the next day.

I arrive early on Saturday morning, I have been up since 5.30am as I wanted to avoid the London traffic. I arrive at 8.30am and decide to get some food before our session. I knock on Mistress’ door at 9.30am as requested. Again She looks beautiful, She is wearing a black figure hugging top and a very sexy red skirt that shows off Her figure and sexy bottom perfectly. Mistress Arella is beautiful in Her photos but to appreciate Her beauty fully you need to see Her in person. To think in half an hour such a beautiful woman will be torturing me in a dungeon makes me feel very privileged.

For our dungeon session today Miss Mighty has kindly allowed us to use Her well equipped dungeon. To make use of all the equipment I think you would need a couple of days of sessions as there is a large variety of equipment.

Mistress instructs me to strip and to choose some implements for Her to torture me with whilst She goes gets changed into Her outfit. When She returns She is wearing the shortest latex skirt I have ever seen with sexy stockings and a very sexy black corset. She asks me to lace the corset up for Her. I spend 5 minutes struggling with this task and Mistress is getting annoyed with me. She tells me if I cannot complete this simple task I will not be given the slave contract. With this in mind I eventually succeed and I hope I have not ruined my chance of the precious slave contract.

Mistress then secures me to a whipping bench, She tells me She is not happy with me, there are many things I have done to upset Her so I struggle to work out which is the specific reason. She says it is the debt I have which She did not approve, I should have consulted Her before taking out a loan. She proceeds to cane my arse and thighs, this is very painful and I know will produce some welts on my body. At the beginning of the session I picked out a few clamps for Mistress to use on me. I did not think She would use them all at the same time but Mistress takes great delight in attaching each clamp to my balls, probably about 10 in total, and on top of that She attaches some weights. Also placed on my body is an electric shock device, this sends a powerful electric charge through my balls, again this is very painful.

Already I can tell this session is going to be a lot more painful than the one yesterday. I am now secured to a St Andrews Cross, my wrists are too thin for the straps so Mistress secures me by my biceps with my hands secured behind my head, my legs are spread wide and also secured. Mistress attaches some clamps to my nipples and places my cock in a spiky device after She sprays some Deep Heat onto my penis to intensify the pain. The pain is extreme. After about 5 minutes the device is removed leaving an imprint on my cock of the spikes.

Mistress then leaves the room and returns with the slave contract. She tells me I will not be given the contract today, my heart sinks and I could almost cry. She asks me why She has made that decision, I cannot think. Mistress is standing in front of me in a a very sexy outfit, her cleavage is on show and her skirt is riding up to reveal her sexy black panties. I am obviously being distracted by this, so Mistress decides to blindfold me so I can concentrate more. Even blindfolded I cannot think, she tells me that the contract is too lenient and does not have enough impact on my life. She then removes the blindfold again and proceeds to rip the contract up in front of my eyes. I feel devastated, but I agree with Her decision. I do actually want a contract that impacts my life, so I hope at a future date Mistress may give me an opportunity to sign a more demanding one. I think She would be pleasantly surprised how far I am prepared to go, but I will have to wait to see if She believes in me.

Later I am told to kneel, my legs are spread apart and Mistress places a humbler on my balls. It gives me great pleasure knowing that Mistress has me in such a vulnerable and submissive position. She then shows me a ruler that has the line of the Kings of Scots written on it. Unfortunately history is not a strong point of mine as Mistress soon finds out. For every incorrect answer I gave to Her questions I receive a whack on my balls with the ruler. I now realise I should have taken more notice in my history classes at school, this may have prevented my balls being tortured later life. Surprisingly I was not warned about this when I was at school.

In the dungeon there are some military hats, Mistress asks me to choose one and She places it on Her head. Again she looks stunning, She looks like a Military commander ready to interrogate me. I am secured on a suspension device and my arms are raised high above my head. Mistress asks me how I intend to sort out my finances and how I intend to make extra money so that I can serve Her better. During the interrogation my cock is whipped, this makes me realise there are a few things I need to sort out in my life. I feel the interrogation is beneficial to me and maybe regular interrogation sessions will benefit us both. The session is coming to an end and I am told to tidy the dungeon whilst Mistress takes a shower.

After lunch it is now time to drive Mistress to the airport, this is the saddest time for me as it means saying goodbye but I know She will be back soon as we plan to celebrate Her 10 years as a pro domme in style. She will return to the UK where I will spoil Her with a luxury hotel break.

As Mistress  prepares to leave through the departure gate, it is at this point there is a short silence where I hesitate, as all I want to do is give Her a big hug and a kiss on Her cheek. As a slave I am not sure if this is appropriate so I say goodbye and walk away with a tear in my eye.

What this visit has done for me is reaffirm the importance Mistress Arella has in my life, my desire to be owned by Her is stronger than ever. The more control She has on my life the happier I am. I see great things ahead, I just need to remain focused and know that Mistress Arella has belief in me.

 

K.’s journal part 5

My absence, return & visit to Prague

It is a long time since I wrote my last journal. Before I write about my trip to Prague to visit Mistress Arella, I need to take you back to October/November 2015. Up until then I had been a fairly well behaved slave enjoying my servitude to my Mistress. I believe She had been fairly happy with the regular gifts I spoiled Her with and my general enthusiasm of being Her personal slave.

Unfortunately due to reasons out of my control I had to go abroad for some time. I had intended to email my Mistress when I arrived at my destination, however due to the remote area it was very difficult to gain access to the internet so could only contact Her on my return to the UK in the first week of January 2016. Mistress was not pleased that She did not hear from me for 4 months and advised me to sort out any personal issues before She would even consider allowing me to serve Her again. My heart sunk, I thought I may never be allowed to see my Mistress again. The one thing in my life that makes me truly happy I had ruined. Just one brief email could have saved disappointing my Mistress. I knew then that I had made a big mistake and unlike the real me, had come across rude and ungrateful.

I took Mistress Arella’s advice and sorted out the personal issues in my life by February 2016, however there were a few other things I needed to do before contacting my Mistress again, one of which was revealing to my wife I had a double life. One night the opportunity arose to admit to her that I visit pro dommes. My need to session was so strong that I needed to tell her, so that in my next session with Mistress Arella I could submit fully with no limits and be able to be marked on my body with whips / canes and whatever other implements Mistress wishes to use on me, without me having to worry or feel guilty. Amazingly although my wife had her concerns she said she will allow me to visit Mistress Arella. This was fantastic news.

I quickly set up a new Twitter account as my previous account had also disappeared. It was going to take a lot of begging and spoiling Mistress Arella to regain her trust and to show I was serious about being her personal slave.

Thankfully for me after a number of gifts and daily begging, Mistress Arella responded that I was never actually fired as Her personal slave. In a way I think She may have actually enjoyed seeing me beg everyday and of course enjoyed the gifts I would regularly send to Her.

Fast forward to September 2016. Mistress Arella tweeted that She needed a weekend of spoiling, preferably in a 5* hotel, with Spa treatments & possibly culminating with a photoshoot. I quickly offered to pay for this and thankfully Mistress accepted my offer. From Her tweets during that weekend I could see it was money well spent and the resulting photos were amazing. Mistress Arella looked more beautiful & sexy than ever before. This quickly got me thinking that I must see Her again and session with Her asap. Mistress in fact decided Herself that I should come and see Her in November. Being told by my Mistress that I must come and serve Her made me feel owned once again, which is an amazing feeling. I jumped at the chance and booked my flights. I wanted to make sure that the hotel I booked was guaranteed to be acceptable to Mistress Arella and easily accessible in a good location. I decided to book myself the same 5* hotel which Mistress Arella had stayed at just a few weeks prior to my visit.

Having made the booking, I now had to wait almost a month for the trip. I was counting down the days. The weekend finally arrived. I was up early to travel to the airport and get my flight, I was of course very excited.

On my arrival in Prague, I checked into the hotel and awaited Mistress Arella’s arrival. Within minutes I saw Her arrive. She did of course look amazing as usual. As She entered my room, I could see there was an element of disappointment. She told me the room was not as big or as well laid out as the room she stayed in, and as a result some of the things she had planned for the session she would not be able to do. She would need to improvise and try to be as creative as possible.

Before Mistress Arella went to change into Her sexy outfit, She ordered me to remove my clothes and await Her return. On Her return I could see She was wearing the black bodysuit She had worn in Her recent photoshoot. It showed off Her figure perfectly. Mistress Arella immediately started slapping my face while criticising the fact I had wasted money on booking such a luxurious room for myself, when really I should be booking a basic room and using my money to spoil Her. Of course She is correct and I told Her I will not make the same mistake again. My first task was to clean Her knee-high leather boots with the hotel supplied shoe cleaning kit. At first I was unable to find it so Mistress said I would need to phone room service and ask them to bring one. Thankfully after a bit more searching it was Mistress who found it. She had asked me to purchase a Donald Trump mask, as She knew that would make Her extra furious if I were to wear it. I kneeled in front of Her with the mask on, eagerly polishing Her boots & She promptly took a photo of this and tweeted it for the world to see. As I was working, Mistress Arella started to question me over my absence. She wanted to hear the whole story. When I mentioned I spent almost 10k sorting my issue out, She got so angry with me that She poured Her drink on my head. Yes, 10 k would buy all the items on all Mistress´wish lists and more. I could certainly understand Her anger.

After I wiped the water off the floor Mistress Arella noticed I had some chocolate biscuits in the room. She crushed them under her heal and ordered me to eat them from Her heal and to lick up the crumbs on the floor while telling me off for eating such unhealthy snacks. I was then ordered to lay on my back on the bed. Mistress tied me tightly with rope so I was completely helpless. I was now at Her complete mercy.

I had recently purchased a small whip for my Mistress, this had metal chains on the end of it. Mistress Arella started to whip my cock and balls, each time it hit my balls the pain was immense. As She was whipping me, She was telling me how small my cock was and how out of shape my body was. She said no woman would find me attractive and that my wife surely doesn’t like my body either. She went on to say that my wife probably has a lover as I am so inadequate. The worrying thing is that Mistress Arella is always right so all what She was saying to me could easily be true.

My cock was then placed in a chastity device. Mistress Arella promptly went to the bathroom. She told me the keys had been flushed down the toilet. I thought She is probably bluffing but maybe She is getting revenge for my absence. She then stuffed a wet flannel that She brought from the bathroom in my mouth and used a lot of tape to hold it in position. There I was tied to the bed, unable to to speak, locked in chastity. Mistress told me that She could leave me here for room service to find me in this pathetic state.

She decided, however, that I needed more punishment. This consisted of more CBT, hot candle wax being dripped all over my body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. Mistress next sat on my face. As I had not session in over a year I was a bit out of practice, with the flannel in my mouth and Mistress Arella ‘s bottom covering my face I was struggling to breathe and was making all types of noises of discomfort. Mistress Arella continued to sit on my face, allowing brief moments where I could catch my breath. I felt I was in heaven.

Mistress Arella knows that one of my big fantasies is to be kidnapped by Her. Although She has previously stated that this is not really Her thing, She did hint that it could be a possibility in the future. This did make my cock twinge a little as the chastity device started to feel tighter & tighter. After this punishment I was ordered to lay on my stomach, again I was restrained with rope. Mistress Arella proceeded to whip me , whilst doing so She questioned me over my recent purchase of my luxury car. She told me I should not have bought such an expensive car and instead of wasting my money, should have been using all my spare money to spoil Her.

After my various forms of punishment Mistress released me & set me my next task, to find the keys to my chastity device. I was relieved to hear She did not flush them down the toilet after all. She gave me a 10 minute limit, I searched high and low throughout the room whilst Mistress Arella lay on the bed in amusement at my pathetic attempts. The time limit had elapsed and I had to resign myself to the fact that I will need to remain in chastity until Mistress Arella chooses to release me. I was then ordered to kiss Mistress´feet. I removed Her right boot and as I was enjoying kissing Her foot, Mistress took great delight in giving me small hints of where the keys might be. She asked “Where is the last place you would think the keys would be? No, they are not in my panties or bra”. So I answered “Handbag”? She laughed. I came up with a few more stupid answers while She kept saying to me to think outside the box. I could not think. As I removed Her other boot, I heard a small jingle but thought nothing of it, silly me. Mistress then reveals that the keys were hidden right there inside that boot. Very clever I thought, I would never have thought of actually searching Mistress Arella and in fact even knowing this fact I don’t think I would have the courage to search Her in any future sessions. I proceeded to kiss Her left foot.

The session had come to an end and I felt something that only a sub/slave can fully understand, a feeling of contentment of having served my Mistress and my feel good endorphins were running wild in my body. I had just served my Mistress for the first time in a long time, I was as happy as happy gets.

I had offered to take Mistress Arella to a fine-dining restaurant which She had chosen. It was next door to the hotel so we were there in seconds. It was nice to finally have a relaxing meal with my Mistress/Owner and have an interesting conversation catching up with what Mistress Arella has been doing since I last saw her. Did I mention I was still locked in chastity? This too is an amazing feeling being locked in chastity with my Owner enjoying a lovely meal. We were in the restaurant for almost 2 hours and I treasure every moment, every second that I can spend with my Mistress, it is where I am happiest. All good things have to come to an end. Mistress Arella was picked up by taxi, taking the keys to my cock cage with Her while I was left to return to my room.

On Sunday morning when I woke up, something didn’t seem quite right. To my amazement, embarrassment and disappointment I noticed that my chastity device had slipped off whilst I was sleeping. Mistress Arella was right, my cock is tiny, how could it have slipped out of the device? This was going to take some explaining. We had arranged to meet at 2pm and Mistress Arella gave me a quick phone call to let me know she was a couple of minutes away.

Mistress had arranged to hire a dungeon for this session. The owner of the place is another Prague domme, tall blonde and attractive. As we entered the building we had to go in an elevator, that could only comfortably fit in 2 people, 3 at a stretch. I offered to take the stairs but was told it was ok to use the lift with both Mistresses. This could be many slaves fantasy to be trapped in a elevator with 2 beautiful Mistresses, however my mind was firmly focused on serving Mistress Arella alone and in fact I don’t think I would ever want a double domme session. Mistress Arella is all I need in my life.

We entered the dungeon. As I was getting undressed, I had to explain that my chastity device had slipped off. Mistress was not impressed as She had wanted me to be begging for release during the session. She accused me of removing the chastity device during the night so I could masturbate. This honestly was not the case but I was to be punished anyway. Mistress ordered me to put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, my hands were secured to an overhead beam and my ankles fastened together so I could not move. The Trump mask was placed over my face in a way that I could not see a thing. I felt some hard blows on my bottom and thighs that felt like they were administered by a wooden spoon or paddle. This lasted for about 5 min, after that Mistress took the mask off again, released my hands and asked me to secure Her stockings to the suspender belt that She was wearing underneath a see-through animal print dress She changed into while I was blindfolded.

I was then told to bend over a spanking horse. My arms were secured and Mistress chose a cane to use on me. Again this was very painful and I knew I would have cane marks etched on my body. I accepted my punishment as a slave should, without complaint.

Mistress then secures me to a bondage chair. Nipple clamps are applied and She proceeds to whip my upper legs as well as my cock and balls. Weights are attached to the nipple clamps. My nipples are now feeling very sore. I am at Her full mercy. One of Mistress Arella’s favourite forms of punishment is digging Her long sharp nails into my nipples. For a slave like myself with very sensitive nipples, this is both very painful and very pleasurable at the same time. Even a week later Her finger nails are still imprinted in my nipples, such a lovely feeling.

As the next form of punishment Mistress chooses to clamp my cock in a special device. I was stood in the middle of the room, hands secured behind my back, ankles secured in place, cock flattened in the clamp. Severe nipple clamps were applied to my nipples to intensify the experience. Mistress Arella took a small leather whip and proceeded to whip my cock and balls. This was particularly painful when the whip hit the tip of my cock, sometimes she would whip me so fast it would not allow me to catch my breath. I naturally tried to pull away but my cock was securely clamped so my attempts were futile. This feeling is actually amazing, I am in my fantasy position, completely helpless whilst Mistress Arella whips my cock relentlessly. Mistress then picks up Her cane and hits my cock with it a few times.

Mistress then sits down on Her throne to have a drink, whilst I massage Her feet. I love being in this position. It gives me perfect sight of Her beautiful long legs and the occasional flash of Her black panties. Mistress Arella asks if I think I deserve the privilege of masturbating and if so, why. I can only come up with one good reason. To my surprise She orders me to masturbate, my cock is dry and bruised and I struggle to get it hard. She gives me some lube to help the process which quickly has the desired effect. She tells me to let Her know when I am on the point of cumming. I work away to get to this point and tell Her that I am just about to cum. At this point Mistress marches me into the shower and puts the temperature on ice cold to soften my cock again. To be so close to cumming and then be thrown in an ice cold shower is what I deserve. Mistress Arella rarely lets me masturbate during sessions, so really I should have known this would happen.

In a way having a ruined orgasm just reinforces the full control Mistress Arella has over me. It makes the session more intense, I love it. I thought the session has ended but Mistress Arella says it is not over yet. She hands me the panties She wore in the session and says “play with these”. She then takes shower whilst I sniff the panties. I love Mistress Arella’s scent, the scent of my owner, the scent of a real woman. Mistress Arella in the meantime gets changed into a lovely skirt & blouse, wearing Her knee-high leather boots She looks so sexy. Mistress tells me I can take Her panties home as a souvenir which I gratefully accept.

Again Mistress Arella has booked another fine-dining venue, this time a Michelin Star restaurant set on the 27th floor overlooking Prague. This could be considered one of the most romantic settings for a meal out with your girlfriend/wife but I know my place as Mistress Arella’s personal slave. I enjoy being in the company of the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world, enjoying good food and great conversation. It is a time where we can both relax and talk freely about life in general. The perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

I have grown to learn that by serving Mistress Arella I am fulfilling my deepest desires, it is my perfect life and I love every aspect of it. It defines the person I really am. My only regrets are that I did not meet Her sooner. I want to devote my entire life to Her, to be Her number one slave, to be a real slave. I live just to serve my Mistress. Everything else in my life does not even compare.

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