Archive for August, 2010
Farewell to My cat.
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Those who know Me well, will understand the passion I have for My cats. It is with great sadness since Tuesday 24th August that I had been preoccupied by the unexpected death and subsequent miraculous revival of My beautiful, highly intelligent, psychic, female cat. Unbeknown to Me then, from that moment she was never to be the same again.
Hoping she would make a near full recovery, if not a full recovery, her time in ICU had been promising in the early stages but flattened later. I was most thankful to have slaves distracting Me from My concerns and they helped Me to maintain a positive spirit.
By the end of the weekend, hope was still around and I even invited slave tate to stay for dinner on Sunday night after maid marian had finished her cleaning duties. I sent My collared slave to collect the pizzas for O/our dinner and My 24/7 slave felt inspired to open the beautiful bottle of bubbly I had in the fridge to celebrate O/our cat’s life.
I awoke on Monday with optimism only to receive a phone call in mid morning by the vet to say that My cat’s health had deteriorated and in his opinion, it was best to put her to sleep. It was highly unlikely that she would make any promising progress.
With heavy hearts I collected her from the hospital with My 24/7 slave and O/our vet and brought her back home for the very last time. O/our vet felt she would cope with spending her final hours with U/us and left her in O/our very capable hands until he returned later in the evening when W/we were ready to say goodbye. As slave tate had looked after My cats on a number of occasions (catsitting), I thought he would appreciate the opportunity to also say his farewell.
My cat’s passing was the most serene and peaceful experience I have ever encountered and My gorgeous girl’s transition could not have been any smoother.
The reality of My cat’s death hit Me hardest this morning when I realised that I would never feel her jumping onto the bed first thing as I awoke. It is quite incredible to think that one cat can have such a huge presence and energy and My house, despite having two boy cats, is markedly quiet without her.
RIP My beautiful one.
Sensory deprivation for My collared slave.
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As the weather is still cool, I wanted My collared slave to have a sensory deprivation experience without any concerns of overheating. Being in this state is already a very exciting prospect and I had to bear in mind that My boy is still in chastity which in itself will add some additional heat to the situation. That is understandable as sensory deprivation is one of his favourite fetishes.
My slave was none the wiser in terms of whether he would be released from chastity and without giving him time to think about it, I had him strip off and present himself before Me. Naturally, My slave immediately made his way to the dungeon but his session today would be happening in My lounge room where I would be most comfortable in My armchair during his time of reflection.
As soon as he was totally encased in My leather sleepsack, perforated leather hood and blindfold, I decided to sit back, relax and make a few phone calls to catch up with some friends.
Every now and again I would prod My slave’s nipples with the heel of My leather boots to ensure he was not getting too comfortable and falling asleep!
This was not a time for being released from chastity, let alone having an orgasm. There is always next time for such luxuries *wicked grin*.
An hour was all the time I could spare for My slave on this occasion and he has to be thankful for small generosities. Soon it will be the first day of Spring and you never know what that may bring!
Extended session.
Posted by: | CommentsI adore extended sessions. Experiencing the sense of being totally immersed in My reality for an indefinite period is something every slave or sub should do at least once in their BDSM journey. And yes, you very quickly lose track of all time.
This particular slave relishes sensory deprivation and being totally restrained and it was a truly awesome afternoon divided into 3 stages of activity. Stage 1 was cling wrap mummification with posture collar and ball gag in position underneath. After awhile, I carefully cut a hole to expose the cock for tease and denial. Further torment was created by cutting holes in the cling wrap near both nipples for access of My fingers *WEG*. Before moving into the next stage, this now rather sweaty slave had to shower and freshen up – could not feminise a wet, smelly body!
The next memorable moment was in stage 2 which involved forced feminization and rope bondage. Forced feminization had been a long-held fantasy of this slave and one he found difficult to comprehend how I could force him into feminine attire. He soon found out exactly how I was to achieve that goal *winks*. This stage was most relaxing once the bound, feminised slave was under My feet as I indulged in My coffee fix and read My book *sighs with content*.
Stage 3 brought the afternoon to a fitting finale with total sensory deprivation in My leather sleepsack with full leather hood, earplugs, blindfold and additional rope. As the afternoon drew to a close and early evening set in, My slave was finally released and it took awhile for him to regain his sense of time. What a sensational way to end the week which also happened to be a public holiday on the Gold Coast.
ParkHer, My chauffeur.
Posted by: | CommentsNow that ParkHer has been in My realm for some time, I cannot imagine life without My chauffeur!
Yesterday was a specific case in point. Not only was ParkHer required to drive Me to My nail appointment first thing in the morning wearing his full chauffeur’s uniform, he was also chauffeuring Me and My daughter to an opening of an expanded cosmetic business in Paradise Point.
The evening session involved him being sent off for an undetermined period of time and waiting to return once summoned. My slave’s perspective on yesterday’s chauffeur duties can be read here.
In between chauffeur duties, My collared slave was kept equally busy as My maid and her account of her cleaning duties can be read here.
Session with slave edward.
Posted by: | CommentsI appreciate a sub or slave who can take pain for Me and My new slave certainly pleases Me greatly in that regard. Not only does he enjoy CBT but he can handle canings on his thighs which many find too intolerable to bear.
After warming up his back to a glowing level, I was ready for him to lie on his delicious warm back in preparation for a further glowing experience with CBT, ball stretching and thigh caning. I was also very keen to baptise My genuine Lochgelly 3 Tail Tawse on My slave’s thighs. It left a fabulous impression including clear deliniation of the 3 tails *GRINS*.
Not stopping there, the balls were significantly stretched throughout the process and having reached their most sensitive point, were lovingly caressed with My Fearsome Fingers *happy sigh*.
After a couple of hours, slave edward was definitely feeling the heat and what better way for a slave to celebrate his birthday *wicked grin*.
The Castle.
Posted by: | CommentsMy first attendance at The Castle since January and I was very much looking forward to it. The authentic medieval atmosphere can only be found overseas so We are most fortunate to have such a place in Our midst.
A friend of Mine from NSW was joining Me for the evening and as this was his first time at this venue, I decided to arrive just before sunset so the castle could be viewed in full splendour which he greatly appreciated. Once the sun finally set, it was still too early for the gathering to start so slave tate drove U/us into Beenleigh so W/we could grab a pizza to snack on while W/we waited. I was famished and would not have lasted until 8pm (or later) when food would be served.
W/we returned to the castle and it was not long before people began arriving and socialising. I had decided not to bring any implements with Me as My plan for the evening was to use rope on My collared slave and on My toy.
The clear night sky and lack of wind meant that the evening grew colder by the hour. Fortunately a magnificent huge fire kept the chill at bay and that did not stop Me from exposing slave tate’s nipples for torment – only AFTER he had first been secured in a chest harness. To keep his head warm, I placed him in My perforated full leather hood.
Having also placed My toy in a sidearm harness, I opted to secure the two of them together, back-to-back for additional warmth in the crisp night air. THEN I was able to torment My slave’s nipples and invited some other friends to do the same *WEG*. If My slave had been feeling a little chilled, that sensation had now totally disappeared – LOL.
I lost all track of time and after dishing out a fair bit of torment (with some help from My friends), the excitement of rope bondage for My collared slave and My toy was drawing to an end for this evening. I did have one final thing to do before continuing My social activity and that was trampling Doormat in My divine new heels.
This event was an outstanding success with over 110 people in attendance. On completion of My play, I spent the remainder of the evening chatting with familiar folk and meeting new kinky people, some of whom I had been wishing to meet in person for some time.
By 1pm I was fading fast and it was time to depart and make O/our way back to the Gold Coast until the next social event. And I wonder where that will be?
Retribution is no more.
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I never expected to hear this news but our local BDSM club on the Gold Coast which has been around for a long time, our fabulous Retribution, has closed its doors forever to us kinksters.
Notification of this intention was posted publicly this afternoon and I am personally very sad to see it go.
I am sure many people will be feeling devastated by this and it leaves a huge hole in our local kink community.
It was developing a positive reputation interstate and travelling kinksters often timed their trips to the Gold Coast to coincide with Retribution.
More detailed notification of its demise has not been forthcoming yet and hopefully that will be made public soon.
It was a blast while it lasted. Where to now I wonder?
Smoking Domination.
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My new smoking slave has been most fortunate to experience smoking domination for the first time and what an absolute pleasure it was to torment him. To prevent him from any attempt of resistance, he was first hooded and secured with rope. This slave was about to get a taste of what it is like to smoke your way through a whole packet of cigarettes in an hour *winks*.
To please Me he had to smoke lots of cigarettes to create lots of lovely ash and I managed to get 5 cigarettes into his mouth at the same time at one point.
When My slave was not forced to smoke cigarettes, he had to endure the pleasure of serving Me as an ashtray.
After an hour and having used 1 full packet of cigarettes, the amount of ash created was extensive to My utter delight. My smoking slave was very pleased to have been of such service to Me.
What will be in store for My slave next time?
