Archive for My Collared Slave
Another sleepover for My collared slave.
Posted by: | CommentsMy collared slave was given another opportunity to spend the greater part of the weekend in My presence.
And who better to tell the story? My slave of course!
slave tate’s version can be read in his blog entry titled More sleeping on the floor!
maid marian My sissymaid was also expected to be on duty from the time she awoke and her description of her day is in her blog entry called Two premises to clean.
Celebration for My birthday boy.
Posted by: | CommentsA birthday celebration for My collared slave which began at My house before heading to his favourite Indian restaurant for dinner with his Mistress and slave brother.
A kinky friend generously wished him birthday spanks on her behalf which I was more than happy to apply *GRINS*.
After his spanking, it was time for my slave to drink some champagne (as he was not driving on his special day courtesy of slave tate).
W/we had a delicious dinner with an equally delicious and well chosen bottle of red and finished celebrating with dessert and cocktails at the Sheraton.
I am pretty sure My slave can remember the wonderful events of this special night of his… LOL!!!
Extra treat for My collared slave.
Posted by: | CommentsMy collared slave connor had a Saturday off for a change which is a rare occurrence.
A perfect opportunity to give him an extra treat in the form of a sensory deprivation session as the weather is still cold enough to use My leather sleepsack and sensory deprivation hood.
Another privileged weekend in My presence for My slave.
Posted by: | CommentsA busy but most enjoyable weekend with both My collared slaves. No rest for this Mistress after returning from My travels to Sydney last weekend!
To start the weekend off, there was a lunch out with My 2 boys after which slave tate had the privilege of a sleepover at My house. So much time in My presence for 2 weekends running for My slave… he must have felt like all his Christmases had come at once *winks*.
In order to do My slave justice, I will direct you to his blog entry, A rare privilege for this slave, where you can read his version of this very special treat.
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*.
slave connor and My new leather hood.
Posted by: | CommentsMy collared slave was most fortunate to have a session so soon after the arrival of My total sensory deprivation leather hood. May as give both My boys a taste of its intensity *winks*.
First, My slave had to fulfil My foot pampering ritual as I indulged in My afternoon treat. Natural oysters were on the menu this time and as slave connor presented Me with My treat, I thought the plate looked rather crowded with oyster shells. To My delight when I counted the number of oysters I had, I discovered there were 2 extra oysters. The supplier had obviously miscounted them when serving My slave. I left the largest looking oyster for last and to My surprise, as I picked it up with My little fork, there was another delicious plump oyster hidden underneath it in the same shell! What a lucky oyster day for this Goddess – 15 natural oysters for the price of 12! My afternoon had started exceptionally well *delectable grin from ear to ear*.
Now it was time to give My collared slave a first experience with My new acquisition. An upright position with his head in the hood supported by rope would increase the sensation more profoundly. I pinned My slave’s arms down with rope bondage and tormented his nipples by positioning the hemp rope I had attached to the balls, bringing the ends up on either side of each nipple and under the bar piercing.
My slave was in heaven… well… that was until I began tormenting his nipples with My fingers in addition to the rope already rubbing against them *wicked grin*.
I was wary of overdoing his first experience and after about forty-five minutes, I decided to bring his excitement to an appropriate finale.
At the conclusion of his sensational experience, My slave was given the privilege of cooking and sharing dinner with Me and relaxing for a little longer in My presence.
More predicament bondage…
Posted by: | Comments…this time for My collared slave tate who also has very sensitive nipples. *Thinks to Myself*… “why not exploit that situation!!!”
The difference between the nipple piercings on both My slaves is the type of ring: slave connor has a bar through his piercings and slave tate has rings. Attaching string to these had to been done in a slightly different way and as slave tate’s nipple piercing was done years ago, the tension could be far greater than then tension I created on slave connor’s relatively new piercings.
With My collared slave in position and tied down on the table, I enjoyed teasing and tormenting nipples and genitals with My fingers, My fingernails and My vibrator. With pressure on the balls from the rope binding and the string pulling the nipples, it created just enough tension and the slightest touch with My fingers or vibrator was more than enough sufferance for My slave. I alternated between using My fingers or toy directly on the nipples with playing the rope like a guitar string to make it vibrate which in turn pulled against the balls and the nipples.
What fun I was having. And the best part… My slave was totally helpless and not only could he not do anything about it, he couldn’t even see what was coming!
I kept My slave on tenterhooks for AGES, teasing, bringing him close to orgasm, and then stopping, only to repeat this process over and over and over again *WEG*. Eventually I decided to put him out of his misery and he was finally allowed to cross the brink and enjoy an orgasm.
