Archive for September, 2010
slave tate’s rubber experience.
Posted by: | CommentsMy collared slave had been reflecting recently and wished to discuss some thoughts he had so I instructed him to put them in writing as well as giving Me some idea of anything else he would like to see happen in the future! A ‘review’ is always a good thing and helps to keep the Mistress/slave relationship moving forward in a positive direction as it can be very easy to fall in the trap of taking things for granted.
Having received My slave’s thoughts in writing, I arranged him to meet Me at My dungeon last night where My plans for My collared slave would be outlined to him in lieu of his expressions of interest. It was a most fruitful exercise after which I decided to surprise My slave with a session. No point wasting an opportunity and as slave tate was already in My presence, may as well make the most of it *winks*!
The warmer weather recently has given way to a cooler, wetter atmosphere which means using rubber is more than appropriate. My slave had no idea what I had planned for him and I began by tying him down on My bench with some rope (one of his great loves). The thinner cord used for the ball bondage was also threaded through both nipple rings to sensitise them even more… not that they aren’t already highly sensitive *wicked grin*. A blindfold was used to prevent him from seeing what was coming up next… which was My black rubber sheet.
Beginning at his feet I spread the sheet up to his neck, donned a pair of rubber gloves, grabbed the lubricant and poured it on top of the sheet concentrating on the genital region and nipples. Then My slave got to feel My divine hands sensually sliding along the latex sheet sending quivers of excitement tingling through his body. In fact he found the entire sensation so erotically exquisite that I had to be careful he was not taken over the edge too quickly. I was having far too much fun for it to end too soon… LOL!
I lost track of the time and eventually teased My slave through the latex sheet until he could hold back no longer and the session finished on an explosive note.
Going by My slave’s reaction to My latex on this occasion, I envisage he will want to experience many more latex sessions in the future.
maid marian’s unsupervised cleaning duties.
Posted by: | CommentsI had my maid all organised to arrive mid afternoon for her usual cleaning duties only to have My plans changed at the last moment by another slave I had to deal with. It was too late to delay My maid who was on her way and My only option was to leave maid marian with a list of cleaning tasks to do and let her get on with them unsupervised until I returned.
A permanent chart of cleaning instructions on a wall for maid marian would be an excellent idea for such circumstances. Then I can easily mark off the relevant cleaning duties for that particular day without having to write out a whole new list each time. My maid’s duties do not vary that much from week to week.
Suffice to say that once I left My maid, I had no concerns about leaving her unsupervised and eventually returned a couple of hours later to find she had not long finished her final task. I had obviously given her enough to keep her going until My return *smiles*.
A quick walk through My house to inspect the quality of maid marian’s cleaning resulted in a nod of appraisal and dismissal for the afternoon.
By this stage I was in no mood to cook dinner and as soon as slave tate had packed maid marian’s gear, I invited him to stay for a pizza dinner with a catch – he had to order and then pick-up the pizzas for U/us. Initially I was not intending to have any wine but changed My mind and permitted My slave to partake in a glass of red wine in reward for maintaining his weight under 75 kg. What a relaxing way to finish My weekend.
Baptising My renovated patio.
Posted by: | CommentsThe structural part of My patio is complete and there is only the concrete floor to clean up and paint in due course to finish it. I now have a wonderful outdoor space to use with bamboo blinds rolled up for humiliation purposes and with the blinds rolled down for more private play *winks*.
slave connor was in My presence this afternoon which was well timed for baptising My new play space. The cooler temperature and overcast sky was perfect for My leather sleepsack and My slave’s leather horse head mask which he has not had many opportunities to wear.
As soon as he manoeuvred himself into the sleepsack, he was zipped in and rope was attached to each side to prevent him from losing his balance and falling forward or sideways. The horse head mask was placed over his head and laced securely to keep it in position. What an impressive sight he made *smiles*.
I could have left him there to contemplate his predicament but his total helplessness was far too inviting. The zip was begging to be adjusted by unzipping it to just the right place *WEG*. Having exposed his genitals, rope was deftly applied to create further tension!
Tease and denial works wonders and in this situation with My slave constantly on edge, it was truly magical *winks*.
Having worked My slave into a state of bliss for some time, I opted to remove him from his position outside and back into My dungeon where I could tend to his nipples as I allowed him to release seed in My honour.
It was an appropriate finale to the baptism of My new outdoor play space.
slave tate’s rope bondage session.
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I was in the mood to play with My collared slave mid-week for a change and arranged slave tate to present himself before Me this evening at 8pm.
How to torment My slave? That was the decision I had to make. Interesting how inspiration works and the moment I stepped into My dungeon with My slave waiting patiently to see what I was going to do with him, My focus immediately turned to My basket of rope. Hemp or jute? Red rope or natural coloured rope? I have recently been using My red rope quite a lot and it was time to use the natural coloured jute.
There was a new chest harness and leg tie I wanted to experiment with which would be a new experience for slave tate – having his hands tied behind his back and then made to lie on his back (and consequently his hands in the process). I could test his endurance in this position OR test his endurance before cumming. The latter was more amusingly palatable to Me *WEG*.
As I finished with the leg and ankle bindings securing them to the chest harness, I moved into position with My feet on either side of his head. My legs were clad in fully fashioned natural coloured stockings with a black seam, under a black skirt. My intention was to torment the nipples while My slave was totally bound and unable to move.
Yes, torment his nipples I did… and was expecting to do so for some time… when without warning slave tate suddenly screamed in ecstasy as he lost total control of My cock and an orgasm was unstoppable.
What an intense combination that turned out to be for My boy: tight rope bondage, nipple torment and having no direction to look at other than staring up under My skirt at My stocking clad legs. slave tate had a clear view of My gorgeous thighs encased by stocking tops and metal garters glistening in their support.
This session ended up NOT being a test of endurance by any stretch of the imagination. There is always next time *winks*.
Castaway/Shipwrecked Party.
Posted by: | CommentsA year has passed since the very 1st Pirate Party and the Castaway/Shipwrecked Party this year was even more fabulous than the last. The costumes were simply awesome and everyone had gone to great troubles with their outfits.
Only one of My collared boys attended and slave tate was fortunate that I remembered to bring some jute rope with Me. I was able to place him in an upper body rope bondage with a harness which kept his hands secured very nicely behind his back. slave tate lasted in his rope bondage for quite some time, far longer than I anticipated. It definitely kept him out of trouble anyway *GRINS*.
My slave’s release from his bondage was very timely – I was about to have flog My serving sub and required My photographer. Having reached a point where woobieman’s back was sufficiently glowing, together with the flogging I simultaneously tormented his nipples. Heat was building up both in front and behind for this boy – LOL.
It ended up being one of those deeply gratifying and moving moments with the intense flogging reducing My sub to tears in a surge of emotional release. Having assumed My sub would not be in a state to continue any further, how wrong I was… he was more than ready and wanted Me to administer a caning to complete his session. All I can say is what ecstatic happiness that gave Me!
My evening was a sensational experience in more ways than one which My slave and serving sub can vividly attest to *winks*. And no sooner had W/we arrived, the midnight hour had well and truly struck some time ago and I was ready to head home. I will admit that My session with My serving sub had also sapped My energy and on this rare occasion, I actually fell asleep in the car as My slave drove Me home.
slave edward’s marks 36 hours later.
Posted by: | CommentsThe deliciousness of bruising from My cane and tawse some 36 hours after My slave’s session. Well… nothing more needs to be said… except… to make the bruising last even longer next time! *smiles with content*.
A flogging and a caning.
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I have to admit that My new slave edward is truly delightful to torment. I introduced him to My beautiful floggers as well as baptising a couple of wicked implements he had made for Me. I guess I forgot to mention that all new toys are baptised on the giver of those toys *wicked grin*.
The floggers landed beautifully leaving his back glowing and by the time I reached the point of baptising the new implements he had made for Me, My slave was certainly feeling every caress of the new toys.
With his back sufficiently attended to, My attention was now focussed on his thighs. My cane and My Lochegelly 3 Tail Tawse were beckoning loudly and should leave some sensational impressions. The bruising afterwards will also become quite spectacular.
The exciting aspect of the Lochgelly Tawse is its inherent stiffness due to the thickness of the leather but also its hidden flexibility. It turned out to be the perfect implement for the thighs as it curved around the thigh leaving an even pattern.
A touch of pampering.
Posted by: | CommentsThe busyness of finalising My patio continues amidst other activities and on Tuesday night, I had the rare opportunity of going out for dinner with My 2 collared slaves and slave edward. We started off with a seafood feast of oysters followed by Moreton Bay bugs at Ashmore Steak & Seafood and then continued on to Sheraton Mirage for a dessert of cocktails followed by coffee.
Despite the dinner out with My boys, I was up early on Wednesday morning as ParkHer was due at 8am to drive Me to My 8.30am nail appointment. I was determined to get My exercise done before I went out and I managed to complete both My cardio as well as My weight training before My chauffeur arrived. Fortunately for slave tate, he opted not to take up My betting offer as he would have lost out big time. My slave was quite sure I would not get My exercise done so early – how wrong he was!
I now have red nails to go with My red and gold outfit for the Castaway/Shipwrecked Party on Saturday night and it was off to My hairdresser to tone down My blonde colour as it is much too blonde for My liking. My chauffeur collected Me at the appointed time of 9.50am and O/our trip to Paradise Point was quicker than expected which was a bonus. It meant I had time for coffee and even some breakfast before My hair appointment which would take at least an hour and a half, possibly two hours. My chauffeur would just have to wait until he heard from Me when I was finished.
After indulging in a delicious Eggs Benedict with Salmon breakfast and a cup of coffee (with My chauffeur who was permitted to join Me), I was ready for some further pampering while My chauffeur had to hang around and entertain himself during My absence.
Two and a half hours later, ParkHer was finally summoned to collect Me and W/we made O/our way back home where My maid was required for some cleaning duties. I had a friend coming for dinner and My house needed to be spotless. There was enough work to keep My maid busy for at least 2 hours.
When My maid had finished her cleaning duties, My slave was not immediately dismissed as I needed him to give My 24/7 a hand in moving some items from the house into the shed now that My shed was able to accommodate the extra items. Around 5pm slave tate was finally sent home and I enjoyed a delightful, relaxing evening with My guest after a busy day of pampering.
