Archive for May, 2011
A fabulous three days with My two collared slaves.
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Last Friday afternoon it was slave connor’s turn for a session and I was in the mood for something decorative using needles. I started off with my plan of creating a floral type pattern when I quickly changed My mind. Not sure what sparked the inspiration and My decorative needle play was suddenly transformed into predicament needle play *wicked grin*. Got to love that versatile cotton string!
The photo says it all and it took My slave some time to come down after this intense experience.
On Saturday as both My boys were available, I organised to catch up for lunch and the weather as well as the food and the company, was perfect. A wonderful way to start the weekend and any excuse for delicious noms.
In the evening on Saturday I attended Hellfire in Brisbane with slave tate for the first time in well over a year, probably longer. The current venue is in the basement of a hotel and has a great dungeon atmosphere. It was definitely worth the drive and I even had an opportunity to play with a delightful slave who has been wanting to experience My caning technique first hand for a very long time. Nothing like leaving an impression in more ways than one *smiles*.
I wore My ‘Superhero MA’ outfit with the silver skirt, black underbust corset, zebra patterned metal bra, over-the-knee flat black boots and My infamous black cloak with My insignia on the back.
Upon returning home from Hellfire, My collared slave was sleeping overnight at My house as maid marian was having a full day in My service for the first time from the moment she awoke until I was ready to dismiss her in the evening. It was perfect timing after a late night out and just when I was feeling a little tired the next day, maid marian was at My beck and call for the entire day.
I knew that My sissy maid would love the idea of being a maid for a day but I did not fully realise just how much that experience meant to her. Best to get My maid’s point of view directly from her so do read her blog entry – A whole day as a maid.
First weekend of no sissification for My slave.
Posted by: | CommentsIt was bound to happen eventually… a weekend with every intention of having My maid on duty only to end up with slave tate doing all the cleaning duties instead!
It all started on Saturday evening when W/we were invited to dinner and maid marian was welcome to help out if she so desired. By the time W/we arrived having driven through some wet conditions on the way, slave tate felt more inclined to help out as himself which I did not have an issue with.
Between the four slaves, Us guests had a delicious evening of service throughout the night and before I knew it, midnight had struck and I was ready to embark on the hour’s drive back home. I had a most enjoyable evening socialising with some kinky friends and the menu was scrumptious. My slave had enjoyed helping out as himself and even had time to socialise with the other slaves once serving duties had ended and the kitchen was cleaned and left spotless.
On Sunday I had My family over for lunch so maid marian’s arrival was postponed to 3pm instead of her usual time of 1pm-2pm. I had not quite finished entertaining by the time My slave arrived so he was permitted to make himself some coffee as I prepared to drive My guests back home. Before I left, slave tate was instructed to attend to the huge pile of dishes in the kitchen in My absence. W/we felt there was not much point in maid marian getting dressed yet as she needs My help with her corset and may as well wait until I get back.
By the time I did return, My slave was doing such a great job that he did not end up getting changed into his maid’s uniform and continued to attend to maid marian’s cleaning duties with equal efficiency. The details of My slave’s experience can be read in An all male weekend!
Second session in a week for slave tate.
Posted by: | CommentsMy most fortunate collared slave ended up having 2 sessions within a week. More predicament bondage with a rope harness, blindfold and a ball gag head harness for drooling purposes.
Before his torment began, W/we had lunch at My new favourite local cafe – no point playing on an empty stomach when much energy will be expended.

The positions My unsuspecting slave finds himself in *wicked grin*. To add to the intensity of his predicament, I used My fingernails to lightly scrape across the skin all over his already well sensitized body.
Well… his sufferance is not all in vain… My slave’s sessions usually always end on an exciting note *winks*.
A day of sessions with My collared slaves.
Posted by: | CommentsThe beginning of this month hit a shaky start when My collared slave tate suffered from a short bout of ill health and that meant he was not able to experience his new rubber sleepsack and matching rubber hood soon after it arrived.
My slave is rarely unwell and thankfully this setback was only brief. Unfortunately for My slave, My evenings were busy after his health had improved and to delay things even further, I also had a very hectic social weekend on top of Mother’s Day last Sunday. My poor slave tate just had to wait his turn and that turn must have felt like it was never going to happen!!!
First I had slave connor in My dungeon for a session in the afternoon. The bars he originally had in his nipples after piercing had been replaced with nipple rings and I LOVE nipple rings… they are PERFECT for predicament bondage *GRINS*.
Using My leather sling, slave connor was secured and the rope from his balls was attached to his leather wrist cuffs. Every slight rocking motion of the sling caused the rope to alternate between tightening and subsequently loosening *WEG*.
The pull on the nipple rings was just enough to cause some discomfort. My slave found this session highly exciting which ended after approximately an hour and a half of constant nipple torment with a rewarding climax.
W/we finished the afternoon of fun activities with a glass of red at My favourite local watering hole before dinner on the way home.
Back to slave tate… I did set him tasks to do over the weekend to stop boredom from setting in but that is not always adequate compensation for being in My presence. Misery for My slave finally came to an end last night when he was to present himself before Me WITH his new rubber gear for a session. The rubber sleepsack and hood would be baptised at last and My slave would have a new experience.

As every body has a different level of coping with cold, I wanted to see how long it would take slave tate to begin feeling cold in his latex sleepsack. That process took approximately 90 minutes and I was very careful not to over stimulate him thus causing an unauthorised orgasm, so I sat back and watched a DVD during this time with My stockinged feet resting on his chest. I must admit, My slave made a lovely warm footrest on a very cool evening!
When he reached the point of beginning to feel cold, he earned himself the privilege of being permitted an orgasm and was forced to orgasm before being totally released from his rubber encasement. The rubber sleepsack was a sensational new experience for slave tate and he is extremely happy with his new acquisition.
I am sure it was worth waiting for and there will be plenty more opportunities to continue experimenting *smiles*.
I had a most enjoyable social evening last night with a group of kinky friends. My maid was in attendance to serve Me for most of the night which meant that I could concentrate on socialising.


