Archive for January, 2014

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One of my long time slaves called me for a session recently.  “Mistress, I would like to see you tomorrow at 4pm for two hours  if you are available?”

I paused on the line for a moment because as my long time slave, slave of Mine, as I named him, was trained by Me, early in his service, to always start by specifically asking, “Mistress, I would like to serve You, if you are available”, when he wanted a session. He has been very diligent in doing this for the three + years of his service to Me. Why had he decided not to follow protocol today?

Not long after he started sessioning with Me, I discovered he was a service slave, he enjoyed nothing more than doing things I asked him to do, chores, errands, laundry, emailing, organizing, cleaning my leather and latex, handy work around the dungeon or my home, driving Me about and so forth. Worshipping My feet was his favorite. he could this for hours.  slaves came a dime a dozen, good slaves, foot or otherwise, were hard to find.

He did not care for pain or extreme inescapable bondage, being loaned out to other Mistresses, sessioning with other slaves, or watching Me with other slaves. And although he kept it to himself, I sensed a slight jealousy streak.

Being a Mistress for ten + years, ones instincts are honed in a way that vanilla folk can’t always understand. Lets put this way, if I were a shady character I could start my own 800 physic, I can read your thoughts, bullshit  phone line….but a shady character I am not. With that being said I knew it was time to reset My slaves clock and get him on the right service path with Me again. That is  if he wished to continue his service to Me. I would soon find out.

I  did not disclose My thoughts to slave of Mine over the phone, as I thought it best to surprise him. That way the assurance that I remain ten steps ahead of him when it came to our D/s relationship would be reestablished through my actions, instead of words.

slave of Mine, rang the doorbell right at 4pm. Always punctual, I had to give him that. The dungeon girl, who we simply named girl, was around all day to let the various Mistresses’ visitors in. Amongst other things, that was her job. It was a busy day at the dungeon. slave of Mine entered with a beautiful bouquet of blood-red Amaryllis in his hands.

I remained seated in My chair, as he came over got on his knees, bowed his head, inches from my feet and presented the lovely bouquet to Me.

“For you My Mistress”.  Always thoughtful.  However, that would not make up for his earlier blunder.

“Thank you slave”. I said without taking the flowers from him and rising from my chair. I opened the door and called for girl. Without hesitation she shuffled easily towards Me. She had a lovely geisha like quality about her.

“Put the flowers slave brought for Me in a vase, get my gum ball  gag out of my closet, as well, fetch my coat, gloves & purse”.  She did all these things effortlessly and in good time.  I took the ball gag from her, walked over to slave of mine, whose head was still bowed and put it in his mouth.

The punishment gag, another name I gave it because of its girth, was not a favorite among slaves because of its large size.  It filled an entire mouth and forced it uncomfortably open. Nevertheless, slave of Mine accepted it because it was what I wanted. Once I secured the straps tightly behind his head, I walked around to the front of him, positioned my hand into a fist, turning my hand sideways so the back part of my hand was right in front of the gag and gave it a slight, yet firm pound once into his mouth.  This action forced slave’s head back and a slight groan to travel up his throat.  This final push was necessary to assure that the gag was inside of the mouth correctly. It also, gave Me perverse pleasure to give this daunting push, as the receiver never expects it the first time and fears it from there on.

“Restrain his hands behind his back”. I instructed slave girl. She set my belongings down and did as she was told. I grabbed a thin black cotton hood, with an opening for the nose & mouth from the equipment rack and placed it over his head.  I motioned for slave girl to help me put on my gloves and coat.

“Pull up my car to the front, we are going for a little outing”.  I got my keys out of my purse and handed them to her. The last of slaves adornments were the leash and collar, which I placed around his neck, in silence. He was used to a lot of verbiage from Me but tonight he would be ignored while being forced to watch Me with others. I lead him out the car, carefully, so he wouldn’t fall.

“Go slowly, I step, you step” I whispered in his ear. “Whatever you do, do not walk into Me”.  Sensing something was amiss and unfamiliar, he carefully obeyed. I heard his heart beat, his brain scrambling. He wanted to balance what I had unbalanced. No chance of that. When girl opened the back door I pushed his head sideways onto the back seat and pushed his body flat down on the seat and fastened his bound feet, with snap hooks to the rings of the leather cuffs on his hands.

Unaware that we were going to one of Mistress Natalia’s Goddess Foot Worship parties,  slave of mine; helpless, bound & gagged, brought a smile to My face.  Instinctively I knew that this was the right course of action to take.

When I drove through the gates to Mistress Natalia’s home, her long time slave, hector was out front of her sprawling home to assist the guests, he opened my door and offered to help with whatever I needed. Mistress Natalia’s parties were always the best, her team of devotees left nothing unattended.

“Good evening Mistress Chase”.

“Good evening Hector,  help Me get my slave out of the backseat, please”.

“Yes Mistress Chase, my pleasure”.  He replied, opening the back door and undoing the hooks that bound slaves feet to his hand. he helped him out of the car and offered slave’s leash to Me to escort him in.

“Take him to the Punishment Tree in the back, tie him securely, so that he is facing the house. Take off his shirt and leave everything else on, replace his gag with this smaller one”, I instructed him, handing him a smaller gag from my coat pocket.I opened the trunk of My car and pulled out a Victorian style posture collar.  “Use this posture collar, so he is forced to watch everything. I will have nothing to do with this slave for the time being”.

”Consider it done Mistress”. Hector assured Me, as he gazed pitifully over my restricted slave. hector’s rope bondage technique was superb. I knew he would not disappoint Me.

I made my way towards the house as the two slaves followed behind Me. I knew how slave of Mine hated it when someone else took control of him.  I relished his suffering.  If slave wanted to be owned exclusively by Me, it was Time to learn to never take that ownership for granted again.

“Hello Mistress Chase”, Mistress Natalia said, as I entered her house, “So glad you could make it”.

“I wouldn’t have  missed it for the world, Natalia”. I responded noticing what a lively party it was, music, food, drink, pedicure & manicure stations throughout.  The Mistresses looking very happy to get their feet pampered by foot slaves who were eager to please them. As hector and my slave entered behind Me, all eyes focused on My slave, led by hector. It was evident by him being led to the punishment tree, in the manner that he was that he was being punished. I put my fingers to my lips, letting everyone know not to utter one word about the slave. I wanted him to feel the silence as he was being led out back.  He knew about the punishment tree.  No attention was to paid to him whatsoever. He had seen other slaves punished at the tree during previous visits with Me at some of  Mistress Natalia’s events. Tonight it was  his turn.  I smelled his fear.

As soon as hector closed the door behind him everyone continued on with their fun and I couldn’t wait to join them.  Mistress Natalia and I talked shop for a bit while I  had a pedicure slave attend to My feet, in perfect view of My slave. Actually, everything I did this evening was in full view of My slave.  His punishment didn’t need to be physical or hands on, just being forced to watch  someone else tending to Mistress was punishment enough for him. Although, he knew I had a harem of slaves, which included a few favorites, he fancied himself my favorite.  He would have to earn his way back into his coveted position.

One of my favorite female massage slaves, 24/7, who was on loan to attend to others this evening by her Mistress Elise, came beckoning, head down, on her knees, extending her hands out to Me. Trained to do this by her Mistress, she was letting Me know she was at My service.

“Yes, lovely, please massage My arms, neck & shoulders, it would be a relaxing  addition to My pedicure”. I sat back as, 24/7 started her delicious massage. Being a licensed masseuse that loved to serve, her massage technique was absolutely divine. So much so, I have had the pleasure of her coming to my home and giving Me massages. The kindness of this gesture never went unnoticed by Me, as I always always made sure to send Mistress Elise, gifts of gratitude.

As the party progressed, I joined the Mistresses laughter, sought the services of the  scantily clad servants carrying trays of various delicacies and wines from around the world.  All the foot slaves were busy  massaging the Mistresses feet & arms  with precious oils.  Mistress Natalia was known for covering every detail at her parties. I did not miss to many. I gazed out at My slave, misery  written all over his face, like a chalkboard with too much chalk on it, as hector tied him into another bondage position. hector’s love of bondage evident.  His instincts were on point as to when the subject needed to be released from bondage or be tied differently.  He knew that leaving a subject in bondage to long could cause damage to ones circulation and can cause nerve damage.  My slave’s threshold was being pushed. I knew just how much to push and when it would be enough. And much to his credit he did not utter the safe word. If he had I would of immediately have him taken down, dismissed him as my slave and have hector drive him back to his car.  Instead took his punishment as he should. My guess was that by now he was fully aware of his mistake and was ready to  rectify it.  Not just yet!

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“Is Mistress satisfied with her pedicure?” the foot slave asked as he applied the final top coat to My last toe.

“Yes, you’ve gotten a lot better than you used to be, practice makes perfect”. I replied getting up to give My slave his last punishment. Both slaves stepped aside, clasping their arms behind their backs and bowing their heads.

As I made My way outside, hector quickly opened the sliding class door.  When I reached My slave, I untied his small mouth gag that I had put on him earlier.

“Now, what is it you wish to say to Me, slave?”

In obvious distress, his body weak and his spirit shaken, he managed to say “Forgive this slave of Yours, Mistress,  for not addressing You properly today.  It was an error on my part and will not happen again”.

“Why did you address Me incorrectly?”

“It was a slip of the tongue Mistress, I wasn’t thinking clearly this morning, due to other things going on in my life”

“I am offended to be confused with “other things” in your life”.

“Oh no Mistress, You definitely, are not, I am truly sorry”.

“Do you wish to remain in My service?”

“Oh yes Mistress, if you will allow this slave to remain in Your service, I will be forever grateful”.

“Clearly, you thought you could speak to Me anyway you wanted today and I am not sure why and I need to be assured this will never happen again”.

“Oh no Mistress, it will never happen again, I’m sure of it”.

“I am not sure of what you say, however, there is something you can do to make Me feel more certain that you understand this disrespect towards Me will not happen again”.

“Anything Mistress!” The desperation in his voice immediate.

“Good”, I replied, facing him and whispering My instructions in his right ear. “you will remain facing the party, while you say “Mistress, how may I serve You?”, over and over until I give you permission to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”.  He answered, his voice  shaky.

“If you stop before I give you permission, I will give hector permission to whip you with one of Mistress Natalia’s bullwhips, do you understand?”

He was quick to respond with “Yes Mistress, that won’t be necessary, Mistress”.

“I hope not. Start with the proper way to address Me, now”.

He started immediately. I instructed hector to continue to monitor him, as his arms were strung over his head and tied to the branch above him, with only the posture collar to hold his head up. I knew that he could safely be in this position, without pulling muscle for about fifteen minutes.

Once inside, I reached for a class of wine from one of the serving slaves and mingled with the crowd, occasionally looking up to see My slaves, mouth moving. He was truly sorry and had learned his lesson. After fifteen minutes went by and his mouth was still moving, I motioned for hector to bring him to Me. hector released him, taking the posture collar off. To bring his circulation back he had slave move his arms around for a bit and then fastened the leash to his collar and walked him through the crowd. My slaves, head hung low he was shamed and humiliated in front of everyone. This type of punishment is what he hated most and therefore I gave it to him.

“Thank you  hector, you are free to go and tend to your other duties, Mistress Natalia has trained you well”.

“Thank you Mistress”. hector replied bowing his head and making his way to where he was needed next.

I snapped my fingers twice for slave to sit next to Me. “you do not have permission to speak, so don’t utter a sound”.  he fell at my feet, exhausted, tired and probably very hungry. I handed him some water and the left overs on My plate. he sat quietly, taking in the much needed nourishment. He was glad to be back by My side.

He would never make this mistake again, this I knew. I patted his head as he ate, and resumed My conversation with those around Me, not allowing him to touch My feet, just yet.

A Mistresses work is never done.

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