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Almost Christmas

Christmas is almost here! I enjoyed some shopping in Dubai with one of my personal slaves in November and yesterday this brand new iPhone 7 plus was delivered – courtesy of another slave of mine. Nothing to complain about! Anyway, keep the gifts coming, boys. You know how greedy I am, right? 😉

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Back from the break

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

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Picture by charliepycraft.co.uk

Temporary retirement

Please note I am currently unavailable for real time appointments. I expect to be back by mid 2016 latest.

In the meantime, you can still serve me online.

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K.’s journal part 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I cannot wait until my next visit to Prague.

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From B.´s journal – part 10

December 14, 2012

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

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

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

December 15, 2012

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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From B.´s journal – part 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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What a week!

£550 in Amazon vouchers and plenty of gifts delivered, ordered and on their way. Purring with pleasure right now. xx

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Genuine Casadei boots

Ultra luxurious pair of leather boots was just delivered to my door step as well as a set of lacy Chantelle lingerie! Both courtesy of slave K.

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I’m going to model both in my photo shoots scheduled for March 19th and 20th. Lucky you!

First Christmas gift delivered

Slave K. was really fast sorting my Christmas gift out so it was already delivered this morning. I hope the rest of you gets inspired!

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