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With much appreciation for the wonderful gift from My devoted slave fortino overseas in SF, I am the proud wearer of this divine latex zebra dress. Nothing more needs to be said!

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In preparation for My birthday on Friday 22nd April, I was able to collect My birthday present this morning -  a joint gift from four of My devoted slaves.

slave connor was available with his car for transport and W/we collected My new piece of furniture… oops… I was keeping that a secret. The cat is out of the bag now but you won’t find out exactly what it is until you present yourself before Me in person *winks*.

All I can say at this point in time is that it is a divine piece which could not be more perfect for this particular Goddess *beams with happiness*.

I am very much looking forward to spending Good Friday with a new Female friend from interstate whose birthday is also this week. Nothing like a pair of Dommes celebrating and We intend to do it in style as only Superior Females can *winks*!!!

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I have been very much looking forward to today. I had a male slave friend from interstate dropping in this morning which was perfect timing as I also had previously arranged for My Mistress friend to come over for coffee and cake before I knew about his visit. As I did not want to cancel either get together, I decided to combine both as I knew My slave friend would be over the moon with this unexpected turn of events.

My visiting slave friend rocked up first and after some initial chatting, I suggested W/we have a little play while I had this rare opportunity of his company *winks*. I made no mention of My Superior Female friend also dropping in this morning! With this slave standing naked in the middle of My lounge room, I did some CBT and nipple torture to warm him up and before long, there was a knock on My door much to My slave friend’s surprise… LOL!

I LOVE setting up surprises!!!

Shereba was in fine form and had been pre-warned about the presence of this male slave friend of Mine. As coffee and cake was on the agenda for Us Superior Females, this slave would first have a CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male) experience as he supported a tray for Shereba to rest Her coffee and cake plate. The slave would also remove empty plates and mugs as was necessary.

Our caffeine fix was the perfect start to Our morning and the slave was now ordered into the dungeon where he would be at the mercy of two Mistresses tormenting him with electro stimulation using an electrical urethral sound. That was to start with *GRINS*. After impressing Us by getting to the highest setting with My Tens Unit, his reward was a fisting and he experienced both Shereba’s hand and Mine (not at the same time mind you as he has not had that much experience with fisting… yet!)

Shereba and I were having so much fun and My slave friend was in absolute heaven. This scenario could not have been timed more perfectly. In the back of My mind, I was aware that My male friend did have another commitment and this visit was only fleeting much to O/our dismay. W/we managed to fit in a reasonable length of play and of course he had the added bonus of two Mistresses toying with him. What more could any slave want!

After his departure, Shereba and I relaxed and chatted as We were now awaiting slave tate’s arrival who thought he was only coming over to pick Me up!!! Yes, I had arranged yet another surprise, this time for My collared slave. Boy, was he going to get a shock.

By this stage, Shereba and I were in fine form and when slave tate knocked on the door, I quickly ushered him inside and sent him directly into the cross dressing room to strip off and then present himself on all fours in the lounge room. As he was getting undressed, I finished making another cup of coffee which Shereba and I would indulge in with some cake while slave tate was under Our feet being used as a footstool. My collared slave was most surprised to find that another Superior Female was present.

Initially slave tate’s nipples were tweaked by Our fingers until I had a wicked idea – Shereba and I could use a vibrator each and concentrate on one nipple each giving My slave a double whammy in terms of nipple torment. If that did not get the cock going, nothing would *winks*. I told Shereba that We would get slave tate to the point of orgasm simply through nipple play. Understandably, Shereba had never seen this before and was most interested in not only observing such a fascinating occurence, but eagerly being involved in making it happen!

My poor collared slave having to suffer the agonising torment of not only being under the feet of 2 Superior Females, but also being at the pleasurable mercy of the hands of 2 Superior Females. I had every intention of forcing My slave to orgasm and his heightened state of arousal caused by being in the presence of 2 Mistresses, meant that he did not have to wait for too long to experience an intense, explosive release. Shereba was absolutely delighted by this outcome which topped off an already perfect day of Superior Female entertainment for Us both.

With no time to waste, slave tate was ordered to get dressed and then into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Meanwhile, Shereba was preparing for Her departure and My collared slave was summoned back to the lounge room to pay his respect to My Superior Female friend by kissing Her feet in acknowledgement of the great privilege he had been given today. If he is a very good boy, there may be other surprising opportunities like this one which crop up in the future *wicked grin*.

Soon I was being driven back home by My slave and the remainder of My afternoon was spent preparing dinner and dessert for My dinner guests. maid marian was in attendance to make My job so much easier by washing the dishes as I used them and there were plenty of them to wash and dry in the course of the next 2 hours. I even had another “first” for My maid… peeling potatoes… all 10 of them!

This was only the start of the weekend… tomorrow slave tate would be in My presence again for yet another session followed by cleaning duties for maid marian.

What surprise would I have for My slave tomorrow?

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Aug
31

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.

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