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Shopping with Mistress Bella

So today I managed to somehow get all of my chores finished with really early which included cleaning the bathroom, the living room and Master’s bedroom. I did all the laundry, folded and ironed and have even managed to clean the puppygirl and put her into a clean suit. All this to say that I think I finally have time to tell you guys about my big shopping mall experience! As you recall I made a whole lot of money for Master at a foot fetish party, 650$ to be exact. So the day after the party Mistress Bella and I took my 550$ to the mall. Mistress Bella really reminds me of Mistress Eris from Everydayslaves.com. Her hair is darker, jet black, but her face reminds me so much of Mistress Eris, especially her plump red lips.

I know I have suggested that I am comfortable going to the grocery store and shops around our house but going to a crowded mall is entirely different. It didn’t help either that Master told Mistress Bella to pick out an outfit for me which happened to be a revealing black corset, stockings and a black leather mini skirt that has a sewn in lace slip, oh and of course my black lacy collar since in her words “people will stare if you wear your posture collar”. As if they weren’t going to stare enough with what I was wearing! Taking off my posture collar made me feel even more exposed, I haven’t taken it off in so long. My neck felt naked and vulnerable. I found myself starting to get very anxious about going to the mall, it is bad enough that malls are always crowded and I get self conscious around people but to be dressed like that and forced to go out was almost unbearable. Mistress Bella disagreed with me and told me that she wants people to see me as the slut that I am. I guess I should have known that this was going to be far from a pleasant experience. My feelings changed though when I realized that Mistress Bella was dressed almost the same as me. She’s a proud woman and has never been afraid to be herself. Dressed in a short midnight blue dress and fishnets to match, she looked like a movie star with her long black hair cascading halfway down her back. I will admit that I find her extremely attractive and that her calling me a slut made my pussy start to get wet. I had a feeling then, that this was going to be a very interesting day.

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Candle wax Torture and a Cat O’Nines

It’s ironic that the candle wax that is burning the sensitive skin on my inner thighs is dripping from a prayer candle that has an image of Jesus looking down at me. His wax burns hot and as it splashes on my skin, leaving a liquid white trail that soon turns pink, I wonder if maybe we have more in common than I first thought. I think about sharing this thought with Master but decide against it as the pain arises once again and any ability to speak is interrupted by the guttural sounds escaping my lips.

Earlier yesterday, Master came home with that familiar glint in his eyes that he only gets when; A) he’s either planning something really sadistic, B) he’s bought a new toy or C) has some incredible news to share. Today it was a case of both A and B. He announced upon entering the door that I should get myself to my spot, which happens to be in the living room, after adorning myself with my black lace ruffle undies and nothing else. I made haste. I know from experience that taking my time will only worsen whatever he has in store for me and will make his good mood turn into one of anger. In which case our little BDSM play will go from being fun into being punishment. I ran around desperately trying to find the undies, strip naked and get myself into my spot before Master got there. Unfortunately that proved to be impossible because by the time I got to the living room he was already there. My heart skipped a beat as I awaited chastisement, eyes down, hands behind my back. But a moment passed and then another and all he said was “You can look at me”. I raised my eyes shyly to my Master’s face and took in his expression, happy to see that he was still smiling. I then looked around and took it all in. Master had laid out a bright purple vinyl bed sheet over the floor and on that bed sheet were his usual favorite toys as well as a new one that stood out. The new toy was a cat o’nines whip. I could see the little pointy and sharp ends of the nine tails and knew that this was going to be a session that would leave marks on me.

Back to where I was…the wax leaving hard trails of pain down my chest and Master looking down at me in approval. “Which toy should we play with first?” He asked as if he was really giving me a choice. But I know better than that so I whispered back “which ever one pleases you Master”. His smile grew a little wider and I had no doubt in my mind which one he would chose. His hand touched each toy briefly lingering ever so slightly on the paddle that has vampire pricks on it. “Well maybe we should break in your new toy” he said, as if I didn’t already know what was coming my way. He flipped me over with virtually no effort propping my ass up into the air so that I was in a position that made me feel like I was kneeling down worshiping a king, my arms and hand spread out in front of me on the floor, my forehead touching the ground. His hands worked my ass expertly, making my ass cheeks burn hotter and hotter, warming me up for the pain that I was about to receive. At first I had the assumption that this new whip couldn’t possibly hurt that much more than the other toys that we have. Yes, I thought it would hurt a little more than the flogger because the tails are braided and stiff. Master picked up the Cat of nines and began to lightly hit me with it. Let me just say that the moment I received the first hard hit from him, I realized just how wrong I was. The sting left behind by those little ends of leather made me lurch forward, my bodies feeble attempt at escape…with nowhere to go.

I suffered. By the end of I couldn’t even count how many hits, I was in tears, begging, sniveling and crying out to Master. I thanked him, I begged him to stop, I lost the capability to enunciate words and ended up crying out to him in tears and animalistic noises. Finally I felt his hands. His warm and gentle hands, rubbing my throbbing and burning skin, words of endearment coming from his lips that my brain could barely comprehend. I found myself being cradled by him, wrapped in the safety of his arms that rocked me back and forth. And I knew then that it was over, as I let the waves of emotion run over me, the ocean of euphoric peace drown me, and then I slept. Master woke me later on, to bring me into the bath with him. Washing me head to toe since I was still too weak and exhausted to do so myself. The new toy had done its job.

Forniphilia, Wine and Cheese

Master decided to hold a private party for some of his close friends who have worked with him in everydayslaves.com and are in the BDSM community. That being said he wanted the theme of the evening to be a formal BDSM wine and cheese. I was excited from the moment he told me about the party until he also added that I would be in charge of getting the wine and the cheese… I know nothing about these things! And worse yet, this meant that I had to go out…on my own… to buy the supplies for the party. Sure I have done groceries for Master, but usually I have a set list that he has made for me and I always go to the same grocery store. The first thing I had to do was research what kinds of wines go with which kinds of cheeses and foods and then figure out where I could get this stuff. Turns out your regular grocery store doesn’t always have specialized cheeses. At first I was very nervous about having to go out to all these different stores in search of the party supplies. Firstly because of the huge black leather collar that I wear and secondly because none of the clothes Master has given me seem appropriate to do too much running around in.  I felt like everyone knew what I was when they saw me… just a slave doing errands for her Master. And although when I do the groceries this is something that I am proud of, it is intimidating to go out to new places and feel as though every eye is on you, judging you. The more I went out though, the more I realized that people are pretty naive and even though they eye my collar suspiciously, it doesn’t mean that they know why I wear it. They might just think I’m partly a goth for all I know! Once I got over my paranoia, searching little cheese shops and specialty stores became kind of like a game, it was like I was on some little fun quest trying ot find all the things on my list.

Finally the night of the party arrived, our puppy girl and I had cleaned the whole house inside and out.  I had her wash the floors mostly since she’s still not allowed to walk on two legs. After some rigorous work  Master house looked fabulous, transformed into a sultry living space with black and gold decorations. That afternoon Master came home early with a surprise for both me and the pup. He had custom outfits made for us. The puppy girl was given a gold colored choke chain, with a dog tag that read her name and address in case she ever gets lost. She was also fitted with a delicate black leather harness that had gold studs decorating it. The harness wrapped around her whole torso and its pieces hook on together right near her pelvic bone so that some of the straps wind through her legs. Master also took out a black tail from his bag of surprises and attached it to her harness right over her tail bone. He also got a tray that attaches to the back of her harness so that if she is on her hands and knees, the tray can hold dishes of cups on it.

As for myself, Master bought me new thigh high boots with eight inch heels on them. They are black leather and lace up in the front…no zipper..which is kind of daunting, once those boots are on there is no way of getting out of them fast. I was also a black silk corset that left my breasts exposed and a little black petticoat that has gold sparkles in it. Along with this, Master handed me a tray that attaches to my hips and has straps that come up, with a bit for me to bite into. In this contraption, I have to keep my head up high and hold the bit in my teeth or else the tray flops down away from me and when things are on it everything would fall.

Master told us what he has planned for the evening and I learn that I will be carrying the wine glasses around to people on my tray. while our little puppy girl was to have the cheeses on her tray.  Master had his friend give us his slave for the night and she was the one who was in charge of filling  and restocking our trays before sending us out of the kitchen.  The night approached quickly and Master came to make sure that both I and our pup were ready. As a final surprise, Master took out something that looked like a leather mitt that laces up. He put my hands behind my back, both into the mitt and laces it up tight so that I was now forced to stand erect, head held up high, with my hands stuck behind me and a heavy tray in front of me. Then he placed what looked like a party mask on my face, decorated in peacock and black feathers. He then took out a long gold chain from his pocket and attached from the mitt to our puppy girl’s collar so that we were forced to walk one after another.

The guests came and left in what seems like a blur. Everything went well without a hitch and I was so proud to walk around serving people wine, getting to ease drop in on their conversations and murmured appreciations of how good the wine was or how pretty the pup and I were. Carrying the wine on my little tray was no easy feat though and if it weren’t for the little breaks that I got to take in the kitchen, I don’t know how long I would have lasted holding the tray up with my mouth. But it was well worth it, to make Master proud in front of his friends! Once all the wine was served, Master had the tray taken away from me and had me kneel on my hands and knees and act as a living coffee table. Our puppygirl as well, was placed next to a couch and forced to become a side table.  If I thought carrying the tray was hard, I had no idea how hard it would be to have full wine glasses places on my back. I could barely breathe for fear of one of the glasses toppling over! As the night wound down and people started to leave, the kitchen slave was allowed out to start cleaning up the mess. It was not until the last guests had left that the pup and I were allowed to move from our positions. The kitchen slave came and brought the pup to her kennel and I was allowed to crawl upstairs to Master’s room where I curled up on my blanket at the foot of his bed and promptly fell asleep.  Over all it was an exceptional night!

Decaying Barn Outdoor BDSM

Master followed Mistress Ursula and her slave Marcy as they ventured out into the country for one of the last outdoor bondage sessions before the cold weather hits. Mistress Ursula had found this old, decaying barn while she was out driving one day and after inspecting it she decided it would be the perfect spot to play. I have to admit that I was very jealous when Master showed me the footage on everydayslaves.com of their excursion… I mean you know how much I love old broken down buildings and things like that. But, perhaps I will be lucky enough for Master to take me there one day.Ursula brought a dog cage along with an assortment of toys, rope and some treats. It was obvious that this would be no vacation for Marcy! Poor Marcy was going to go through some puppy training but because Mistress Ursula is such a loving and caring Mistress, she also brought a blanket to put down on the floor since it was littered with all junks of forgotten and disregarded junk.Marcy was quickly tied up so that her arms and legs were bent and she would be forced to crawl along on her knees with her arms bent upwards. The posture really did make her look like a bitch trying to walk on it’s back legs. Ursula had lots of toys like dildos for Marcy to play with and suck on, and she even had treats so that she could humiliate Marcy by making her od tricks for them. Little Marcy was not the most obedient bitch so she did end up with a very red ass by the end of the day!

Beauty in BDSM

I’m not sure if this is weird or anything, but I find that I have this obsession with anything apocalyptic. I love movies where the world is in eminent danger of being destroyed, or ones that show the world already destroyed and now the surviving humans have to struggle to start civilization over again and hopefully better than before. I know I’m not the most normal of individuals but there must be tons of other people out there how have the same obsession as me since there are many movies like this out there and they seem to do well in the box office.

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Along with this obsession of the apocalypse comes a refined skill at finding the beauty in destruction and urban decay. I love looking through pictures of broken down buildings that are being over run by wildlife. Master used to take me to an abandoned house out in the farm lands and I simply loved it when we would play there because the scenery is astounding. When I was young and not a slave my friends and I would go on adventures in old decaying factories, houses, barns and offices. Anything that was long deserted and dangerous always held the most beauty to me. I guess that’s why I so enjoyed looking at this gallery from Master’s site, everydayslaves.com. There’s just something about gas masks that is so dirty and apocalyptic. I love the way they transform the human face into something foreign and alien like. The fact these gas masks are handmade and beautiful makes me think of what the future would be like in the event of a nuclear war. Would designers suddenly start , making gas masks to match our radiation suits? Would there be people strutting around in Gucci suits and masks? I love it when BDSM is able to portray such beauty and to make us take our thoughts a step further.

Failing to Please

Let’s say you are serving your Mistress, she forces you down and sits on your face, making you worship her to her very inner depths. She then gets off of your face to switch positions and as she lies down on the couch you are forced to your knees. “Get down” she commands and pushes your head back in between her legs. For some reason or another you are distracted. You cannot seem to read the signs that her body usually gives you to know whether you should lick her slowly or plunge yourself into her. Her dissatisfaction is obvious and makes you even more distracted. Finally she tells you how useless you are. Yes, you are useless, you have failed to please the one who you have devoted yourself to. If you can’t please her then what else are you good for? Angry and frustrated she wants you to use the dildo. Maybe you can at least give her some pleasure with that. But you are still awkward, clumsy and eventually she gives in to her rage. She doesn’t even want to see your face anymore and puts a full nylon mask over your head. She gets out some tape and in a cruel yet brilliant idea, tapes the rubbery cock to where your mouth should be. “Now Please Me” she sternly states and you realize that this is your one chance, if you can’t do it now than the punishment will go from humiliation to extreme pain. Blinded, forced into a horribly uncomfortable position you give it your all.

Most of us who are subservient in the BDSM world have been in a situation quite like this. where try as we might, we simply cannot seem to do anything properly. This poor slave had it even worse as the camera crew of Everydayslaves stood around watching this all take place. Perhaps he was awkward due to the people surrounding him and the high expectations his Mistress obviously had for him since they were on camera. Either way, whatever the reason, he failed. Failed to please his Mistress and do his duty as a slave. There’s a desperation one feels as they realize that they are in deep shit. It’s not only the fact that you know that you’ll suffer dearly for failing but it’s also the idea that you thoroughly disappointed your Master or Mistress and, in doing so, disappointed yourself. All you want to do is hide your head in the sand but that is impossible. It was impossible for him to escape the cameras and the people standing around him with their eyes focused only on him and his Mistress. I for one, feel his pain, and I’m sure many of you do to.

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Bondage Weekends

Master has been taking me away almost every weekend to have some fun up north. Our definition of fun is obviously different from the normal, vanilla person’s definition of it. This weekend it rained…once again. I don’t think we have had more than four hot and sunny days this summer and the ones that we have had, have been so humid that it is almost unbearable. Humidity makes my latex dresses stick to me so that when Master takes them off it feels as though he’s taking off my skin. I must have lost at least ten pounds from the sweat that continuously poured down my body in my black latex dress the other day as I did the gardening. Oh yes, I forgot to add that Master has decided that I am to become a good gardener. He thinks it’s hot to force me to garden in a way too tight fitting black latex dress, black leather stilettos and sun hat. It’s kind of like I belong in some twisted version of Desperate Housewives. Of course I can only garden when it is sunny and so dressed  all in black in the hot, sticky and sunny day in torturous!

Back to what I was talking about though. So this weekend, as usual it rained and Master decided that despite the rain I was going to enjoy some more outdoor bondage. I cannot even explain the initial joy of being bound in rope on my back with my hands tied to a tree not that far away and my legs bent so that my ankles are tied to my wrists. The rain drops were so soothing as first. Nice and cold and refreshing. It made the position all the more uncomfortable since I was forced to live in the moment with complete awareness of my body. I felt so alive and at one with the world. As the rain continued though, I started to get really cold and goose bumps popped up all over my skin. the ground under me went from being a mushy yet soft carpet to being a sopping wet, muddy and slimy pool. I’m not sure how long he left me like that….it could have been half an hour…it could have been three hours. Either way it seemed like it was an eternity.

Having to deal with not only the awkwardness of the position that I was left in but also the increasingly uncomfortable conditions was a true test for me. I was unable to zone out because of the constant pinpricks of rain all over my naked flesh. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open anymore since the rain was stinging them to no end. It’s impossible to describe my thankfulness when I felt the ropes slowly lessen their tension and felt Master’s hands as he scooped me up. The next thing I knew I was in front of the wood stove in the cottage, wrapped in an over sized towel and curled up at Master’s feet, warm and content. I must have fallen fast asleep because I only awoke  once Master was putting me into the backseat of the car for the drive back home.

All this to say that I had a most interesting weekend and I hope that you all did too!

Bondage Taped Beauty

I had a bit of fun today making this picture of Hellizabeth from Everydayslaves.com a bit grungy. Pretty happy with how it turned out! I think that Hellizabeth is the cutest and sexiest slave.  She has such a perky petite body and has such great facial expressions. Her picture always make me invent little stories behind them inside my head since it is so easy to read what she is thinking through her expressions. Watching her on camera as her Master spanks her ass until it is bright red always entertains me. I love the fact that her Master has fun tying her up in multicolored bondage tape and that her headband matches the tape. Although it might look as if she is a little bondage princess with her cleanliness and matching colors, I can avow that she can take one hell of a beating when it is given to her! It must be so much fun to inflict pain on her while she gives her Master those little puppy eyed sulky looks. If i were him it would definitely encourage me to spank her all the more harder! It’s hard to notice but if you look closely at the picture you can see that she also has beads hanging from her pussy… poor little bondage princess slut! She looks as though she’s trying to back away, but i doubt that she can get far! You can see the full gallery for yourself right HERE.