It is an honour to have become the personal slave and property of Mistress V. As a lifestyle slave and submissive it is a yearning and dream to be taken under Her control and to be permitted to serve in such a capacity.

Of course this comes with a requirement for service servitude pain discipline and control. This has become so clear already. To be in Her presence Her power and beauty is obvious. Her skills and ideas for use of slaves is always imaginative but controlled. Her mind and intelligence offers great opportunity to take a slave to any space and level sought and demanded.

This is the first of my occasional musings as Her slave and property as instructed by Mistress. It will attempt to offer its thoughts and description of its life as owned property and everyday life in service and session as occasion demands.

Next note following planned visit to Pedestal!!

It was my first visit to a Disciplinarian. A title Mistress Victoria uses, along with Dominatrix. Yet the word Disciplinarian is more evocative for me, as it conjures memories of school discipline from a time when the strap and cane were commonplace.

Whether it was luck, chance, or destiny that led me to Mistress Victoria, I’m not sure. I knocked on Her door and stepped into Her world. And within a few moments I knew I had made the right decision. She mesmerised me with eyes that seemed to look deep into my psyche. My instincts told me She was naturally in control. And the “me” of work, anxiety, stress and tedious normality melted away as my stream of consciousness sentences sketched out what being disciplined meant to me.

I imagine everyone who has receives corporal punishment has a unique and nuanced experience. Mistress Victoria listened and understood.

At this point a great leap of faith was necessary on my part. I knew deep down I wanted to surrender all control. She had to have all the power, and I none. No safe words, just total acceptance of Her strict will, manifested through Her favourite leather punishment straps. I submissively and obediently presented myself over Her whipping bench and She ensured all the restraints were securely fastened. No squirming, no escape. The cocktail of hopelessness, submission and obedient acceptance was flowing through me, and it was intoxicating.

The next forty minutes were completely exhilarating, Literally, a sensory roller coaster where my emotions and endorphins bounced off the walls of subspace; My first ever experience of this phenomena and it was extraordinary.

I won’t reveal too much detail, but as an absolute beginner, I found Mistress Victoria to be a consummate artist in administering the strap. As a newbie I hadn’t a clue what my limits were. Modest at best, I assumed. But She built up the levels expertly. Then so teasingly and cleverly played with the edges. Mercifully easing off just at the right moment, then suddenly coming on strong to take me to the limits of torment and trepidation. Emotionally it was a complete head f**k, which was exactly what I wanted. Afterwards, in conversation I learned I’d taken much more than I thought I could. Necessary, of course, to get exactly the right emotions flowing.

Later, as we parted She fixed me with Her gaze. I knew I would soon return to obediently submit to Her again. Her strap, Her whipping bench, Her rules. Her strict control. I didn’t need to say a word. She already knew.

Got an early morning phone call from one of My slaves this morning.

“Can you dominate me outside Mistress??”

“Why not seeing that you’ve woken Me up!”

“I’ll pick You up in 30 minutes Mistress. Do you know somewhere discreet where we can play?”

“I know the perfect place.”

Collecting My rope, handcuffs, collar and lead, I wait for him to pick Me up. Once he arrives, I make him change over to the passenger seat.

“Move over, I’m driving.”

I headed for the location. all the while, My slave was looking at Me, quivering.

“What are You going to do to me Mistress?”

“Hahaha, I’m not going to disclose that information!”

Once I’d parked up, I put his collar and lead on. The graveyard is very quiet at this time of the morning.

“Get on all fours, dog!”

I lead him around until I saw a good sized tree to tie him to. Climbing over the wall, I lead him to the tree.

“Get up and stand with your back to the tree.”

As I tied him up, laughing as it was so amusing seeing him half naked, he asked if he could masturbate. Slapping him across the face, I informed him that he had to drink My piss before he gets to pleasure himself. I untied him and demanded he lay down on the ground.

“Open wide and swallow!”

He gulped down every last drop.

“Get up! Now you may relieve yourself then get dressed.”

Getting back in his car, we made our way back to where I was picked up.

Howard arrived at My chambers at the agreed time.

“Sit down!”

Sitting down, he informed me that he’d brought a few of his own items along.

“Let Me look in your bag.”

He had nappies, a butt plug, and rubber panties.

I told him to undress and bring his things into the playroom. Not wasting any time, I collared him, cuffed his hands behind his back and chained him to My bench.

“Nipple torture can only mean one thing Howard: needles!”

I laughed out loud.

“It doesn’t have to be painful.”

The first needle went in, and as he flinched, I slapped him straight across the face.

“Keep still!!”

I could see he was nervous as the second needle moved down to his balls, piercing straight through. He stiffened up but hinted that he liked it. I love needle play! In total he had 20 in the cock and balls – more than he could ever have imagined.

Extricating his butt plug from his bag, I lubed his arse with My gloved fingers, stretching his arse wide enough to be plugged. Once it was in, I then attached My e-stim to his cock and balls.

“Are you ready to have a caning? You have no choice really hahaha!!” After strapping him down, I pulled My favourite dragon cane out, swishing it in the air, then swish! One stroke! On the 10th stroke, I could tell Howard had had enough,and unstrapping him I took the collar from around his neck and removed the e-stim.

Howard told Me that was the best session he’d ever had.

“I haven’t finished yet boy. Get Me your nappy!” Rather than waste it, I’ll piss in that and you can wear it all the way back home.

But isn’t that going to sting Mistress?”

“Of course; get them on! See you next time, as there will be a next time!”

Friday evening and my new sub is due to arrive in 30 minutes. He wants to be caged and left for the night with enforced hardsports. My favourite!!

There was a knock at the door.

“Enter”

In came a small man with a small voice.

“Good evening Mistress”.

Looking him up and down I instructed him to undress. Once naked I instructed him to get on all fours and crawl to me like the dog that he is. On his hands and knees he crawled into the playroom.

“Stand up!!”

Collaring him, I then put him in cuffs.

“You will not be leaving here tonight.”

Pointing at the cage I demanded that he crawled in. Once in the cage I gagged him.

“I will bring you your breakfast in the morning and it won’t be a full English”.

Looking nervous, I give him one of My devious grins.

“It’s ok, no one will hear your whimpers.”

I turned on My heels and switched out the light.

“Ihope it’s dark enough for you Dog!!”

Leaving, I locked the door behind me. I know he’s scared, as I would be if I had to stay in there, but it’s not me, so off I went. I had to have some supper as I did’t want to disappoint my guest in the morning with a small breakfast. I decide on an Indian – vindaloo – nice and hot!

The following morning, I had breakfast, all the while thinking of the dog in the cellar and how hungry he’s going to be. Driving round to My chambers, My stomach was making weird noises! I couldn’t wait to get inside to release him as I was bursting to go to the toilet at this point. I opened the door.

“Hello dog breath, it’s breakfast time. Out you come.

I tied him up and removed the gag. Once restraint and on the floor I stood over his head

“Open your mouth dog! Breakfast is served!”

Safe to say, he was starving hahah!!

I thought I leaned towards being a sissy and being gay…until I was honoured with a session with Mistress V yesterday. Let me say at the outset that this Lady is addictive. If you don’t want a life of subservience and total obedience then don’t go to Her. She is a drug, once entrapped in Her embrace you are hooked for life as am I. She made me realise that I’m Bi.

I have been to various Mistresses in my life and looking for the ultimate I contacted Mistress V. Expecting much of the same sweetness. I presented myself at her dungeon. I had informed Her of my likes and dislikes. I was dressed in red lingerie with silk bows. Mistress collared me and attached me to a hanging chain. I was blind folded and awaited my fate. My nipples were clamped and pulled forward while the intense pain pleasure of needles being inserted into them was exquisite, one, two, three and then four in each. The blindfold was removed and the evil smirk on Mistress’ face sent shiver down my spine. I was then strapped to her caning stool and given 10 strokes, each one harder than the last until the final one. All the while Mistress humiliated me, calling me names and assuring me that I was a worthless cunt. The dildo was shoved up my ass and worked with vigour. I was instructed to hold it in with my ass cheeks (something I was unable to do). The needles played upon the leather of the stool as I was face down making my nipples hard.

Mistress then turned me over, legs apart. I could smell the lit candles before I felt the hot wax. The 5 candles were poured over my tormented nipples cauterizing the small amount of blood that oozed from them and with a laugh Mistress began the serious stuff. Hot wax over my limp cock. I was made to hold my foreskin open whilst She poured the wax onto my ‘helmet’. Not content with the bell end being drowned in wax Mistress then proceeded to completely encase my arsehole, cock and balls in a blanket of hot wax. The few hairs that remained from my pathetic attempt at shaving my groin were burned and singed away by the candle flames that Mistress held nearer and nearer to my nether regions. I moved from this earth to sub space as my wriggling to avoid the pain subsided and I was content to let Her do as She wished. My eyes were closed as the flames tormented my cock and balls. I moaned in a higher state. The wax was allowed to cool then Mistress took great delight in peeling it away leaving what was left of my ‘manhood’ red and sore. I was removed from the stool and laid under the toilet chair. Mistress stripped and placed Her gorgeous pussy and ass over my face. ‘Don’t you dare spill a drop of my piss, open wide slut’. Mistress began to piss in my mouth, I was ordered to drink which I did greedily. I was then honoured by Mistress allowing me to clean her derriere which I also did with glee. At this point I was in raptures I had never known. Being placed on a bench my cock was attached to Mistress’ E-stim electrics and turned on, higher and higher and higher until it was too painful to bear. I danced like a dervish for Her amusement. I was allowed to worship Mistress’ gorgeous body but what occurred after will remain a secret, a gentleman never tells. Mistress V is without doubt the best, the sexiest the most horny woman it has ever been my good luck to come across. Will I return………I am already looking forward and anticipating the new agonies that await this slave of Mistress V