December with Christmas on the horizon.

Christ, look at the time I muttered to myself, rushing to put my clothes on.  I could still feel the sting on my ass; it reminded me of when I had received the cane at school. I felt in a dream as I got into the works van.  “Bloody hell” I shouted, as my bum hit the sit, I won’t be able to sit for a week. As I headed to work, I reminisced about my first punishment that I had received from Mistress.  How I talked my way out of being so late that day returning to work, god only knows!

                                                                                  

My life had changed quite abit since then, always consumed by Mistress, my life had always been planned around work and other responsibilities.  Living in the BDSM lifestyle had completely taken over.  Every day and every minute spare, I plotted to make time to visit my Mistress.  She spoke about a contract and collaring me.  I already knew that Compass had a huge tattoo of a lady on his bum, tied and bound to a chair which had been done in honour of our Mistress as this was her favourite tattoo and showed her love of bondage.  He also wore a bracelet bearing her mark.  I wondered what I would receive and would I also be forced into having a tattoo or branding. If I was ever worthy of being collared, though without a doubt I was dedicated to her completely.

Only four weeks until Christmas, there was such a lot to arrange, I needed to check the freezer and make sure all the food had been sorted.  That there was enough drink for all the guests.  That all the maid outfits were ready and clean for Rachel the other TV’s. Bloody hell, I haven’t even got to work and my mind is already on finishing work on time so I can get to Mistress’s, to do my chores and check that all things were coming together for Mistress’s coming celebrations and then back home for tea.

Now in the dungeon

Once in my dungeon, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I noticed a small movement in the corner coming from a cage.  What? I then realised it was a man collared, gagged and tied up, with his knees tight to his chest. The slave peered out of his cage with curiosity.  Mistress demanded “what do you think you’re looking at, with that he withdrew, baring whipping marks on his body and his collar marked Compass.

Then out of a black tent appeared a man completely enclosed in rubber, he seemed to be wheeling a bag of yellow liquid, hooked up on a hospital stand, and the liquid appeared to be draining into his mask! I didn’t understand that at all.

“Put some cuffs on this worthless sub, and then find him a maid’s uniform, and size 9 black heeled stilettos.  Quick I haven’t got all day”, Mistress bellowed. We have a party this evening.

The man in rubber muffled a groan and directed me to a large wardrobe, as he opened it lots of leads, cuffs and collars were on display. He took a tape measure and then measured my neck, my wrists and ankles and handed me the set, “put these on quick or the Mistress will punish you.” Suddenly the collar that had been snapped shut onto my neck opened; he seemed to unlock it using a magnetic device attached to his own wrist cuffs. Sliding a lock out, this moved the pin, allowing the collar to open.

stSlaves letter/fantasy

I been busy helping with some new and old plumbing, in the next town.  I then had a phone call from my boss to go and repair a leak at this house straight away.  So I quickly got my bag of tools and went to the job.  As I drove up the drive the front door was open and a gorgeous buxom woman stood their dressed in black Lacy stockings, and high heels, short secretary type skirt and crisp black blouse. Looking quite strict.  As I got out she said "Oh you must be Frank"? Yes I said, grabbing my bag.  "Oh follow me Frank, its upstairs, in the en suite, you'll have to excuse the mess as the house is being rebuilt in parts".  As I followed her up the stairs I noticed she was also wearing Lacy panties. Suddenly she turned round, catching me looking at her.
As we walked into her bedroom "Frank you'll have to excuse the mess, I haven't had a chance to tidy up yet".  That's okay love, I said, I've seen a lot worse but couldn't help noticing a pink vibrator on the side cabinet. "Whoops" she said, you weren't meant to see that, grabbing the vibrator and stuffing it into a knicker draw. "Right Frank, here's the problem, pointing to the sink, il leave it to you then, just give me a shout if you need anything". Okay love, I replied. As she went back down the stairs, I moved the laundry basket to get a better look, it was then I noticed a black lacy pair of panties on the top, like the filthy bastard I am I couldn't help picking them up and having a good sniff. In seconds my cock was twitching and suddenly I found myself rubbing my throbbing cock.  All of a sudden I heard a stern voice "What the bloody hell do you think your doing"? As I looked up she was stood at the door, then looking at the bulge in my pants.  "I've got a good mind to report you to your boss and tell him what a filthy little waster you are". Oh please don't I begged, il do anything, I need this job especially with Christmas coming up, Miss". "Do not call me Miss, its Mistress to you".  "What are you"? A filthy slut I replied.  "Look at me when I am talking to you".  Then she grabbed me by hair and stated that I obviously wanted to smell her pussy.  With that she stepped out of her knickers, rammed them into my mouth and told me to get on with the job.  I had clearly excited her as I could taste her wet pussy juice in my mouth.  "I'm going to check my mail, now hurry up". Now my head was spinning, she was down stairs with no knickers on and I was gagged, working on her plumbing!  Half an hour went by, seemed like forever, suddenly she was at the door again. "Frank, I need a wee". "Oh, il leave Mistress".  You will not you filthy hoare, open your mouth now, she demanded.  I was shocked, before I could move the knickers had been ripped out of my mouth and she was sat on my face, pissing into my mouth, I couldn't move because she had grabbed me by my hair again and it bloody hurt.  Some of her wee splashed onto the floor, she then demanded I cleaned it up like a dirty dog.   Right you better get those clothes off as I have peed on them.  Come on we haven't got all day. Lets get them in the wash.  "Rachel, take these and put the in the machine for washing".  Crikey I hadn't realised there were other people in the house, at the door stood a slender young TV, she was petite, with long dark hair and blue eyes, not my thing but god she looked like a women, apart from her frilly maids outfit slightly raised at the front.  She even had a girls bottom, as they say, could of fooled me.  "what are you looking at, have you not seen a maid before"?  I tried to talk but my throat had become dry.  Mistress then drew near and grabbed my nipples so tight I could hear myself let out a sharp squeal.  "Follow me" she shouted with that another door was opened from her bedroom.  Before my eyes a dungeon emerged. A collar was snapped onto my neck, how the hell was I going to explain a half hour job to my boss that now seemed would become hours long.  How long would I be kept here and when would I get my clothes back.  How the hell am I going to get this collar off, though my cock showed no interest in escape only standing to attention, which was completely embarrassing.

Country Slave meets Mistress

It was a cool Sunday morning in October, waiting in my car half way between Wales my home and Exeter which was his. The sub was running late and he knew he would be punished for this, probably racing along the country roads. 
We had arranged to meet at a small turning at the bottom of Puriton hill, a teen pull in, in my younger days. 
Country Boy pulled up in his works transit van, I could see fear in his eyes.  As he stepped out of the van with flowers, I could also see the bulge of excitement in the slaves trousers, this was our first ever meet.  We had spoken often.
He was taller than I imagined and his hair was quite tidy considering that I had imagined him having thick curly hair and rosy cheeks from working outdoors. Instead he was pale, smart but still held that thick country accent.
Instantly he presented me with my favourite flowers Lillie's and red roses. A present of chocolates and some filthy domination porn, typical of this perverted little hoare.
"Did you have a good trip Mistress" he asked shyly, "yes and why are you late", I replied. "Sorry mistress I got lost" he replied.  "well you won't next time, will you"? I shouted. "No, mistress, I will not fail you again". Good I replied.
Get on your hands and knees , kiss my feet, I demanded.  He quickly was at my feet, kissing them, like it was his last meal, slurping, kissing sucking my toes, delighting at my stern demand.  I slightly lifted my skirt revealing my new suspender belt and seamed stockings.
Have you booked the room as instructed. "yes, Mistress" he muffled with my toe in his mouth.
Suddenly a car pulls into the lay by, a man steps out and starts walking around my slave and myself, with his hand firmly down his pants, then another, then another.
"Oh my god Mistress what do they want"? CountryBoy asked, to watch and wank of course, I replied. "I've heard of this but never experienced this before" he whispered, it was quite funny to see this strong slave intimidated by another type of perv.  "I can't do this Mistress, can we go to the Hotel now"? Yes lets go, I replied, though I found the whole experience quite amusing.  "Do you know the hotel slave"? "Not really mistress". That's ok, follow me then.  We ended up in a local Hotel on the outskirts of Bridgwater.
Once in the room, I instruct country boy to strip naked for me.  Its been a long journey from Wales, massage my feet with this baby oil, slave.  Make sure that you don't miss one toe.  As I looked down I could now see his cock was fully erect, put on these frilly pants, I don't wish to see your worthless little cock.  Country boy did as he was instructed.

Future Domination.

I have been a dominatrix for quite a long time, just like any fashion, the desires and the tastes of the nation, continue to change, but like the weather, they also create seasons. One minute everyone is requesting strap-on and then there is a spate for the desire to try cross dressing.  All these fantasies appear to go in cycles. 
Which leads me to a new exciting era of opening the school of correction, for those who need the discipline of a school environment, with the accompliment of CP. 
This year seems the year of correction.
So here I am, looking forward to continuing to expanding my domination service and provide a fantasy service which caters for all tastes, the changing seasons of domination and the new subs which are emerging.
To give ones self without reservation, to trust in another takes a brave person, may the human spirit never be quashed.