Double trouble with 2 submissives
Slavegirl M now has a submissive sister named Charlotte. Together they are up to no good… Can you handle 2 naughty submissive girls?
Charlotte would like to introduce herself:
“My name is Charlotte.
My silky rich brown hair tumbles past my shoulders unless gripped firmly in your hand. I’m trim, taught, and terrific with dangerous curves where they count – if you can look away from my green cat-like eyes to even notice, that is. At only 159cm (5’3”) you’ll be looking down into my eyes when I’m not required to look obediently to your shoes. My diminutive size also means I will fit neatly over your knees.
For all my life I’ve enjoyed being at the mercy of serious men and women. There have been several very real occasions when the power and control of a Headmaster, Headmistress, Supervisor, or Boss have left me wet and shaking. They always assumed it was embarrassment or even shame at some misdemeanour, infraction, or failure.
In fact my reactions to control are erotic pleasure.
Just why I’ve eroticised punishment I really don’t know. But hands striking my buttocks are a source of excitement and pleasure that rival and surpass actual sex. The swish of a cane through the air and the anticipation of the sting can steadily propel me into my personal orbit.
For me this is not play. For me, being spanked, caned, and (softly) humiliated and punished is an aspect of life that I can only satisfy this way.
And now I’ve discovered playing alongside another girl.
Beautifully attired and then slowly stripped by SlaveGirl M excites me.
When tied to M, our breasts and bellies pressed together, I love the feel of her jerking against me, rubbing against me, as our Cruel Tormentor strikes her buttocks. When it’s my turn, the shock and pain of the hand striking my reddening bottom contrasts with the soft warmth against which I am pushed.
What can compare to being lightly caned and spanked while M drives me crazy with the huge vibrator thing she has? Oh, I know… Being spanked hard enough to force me to rub my clit back and forth across M’s tongue as she lies beneath me.
A favourite thing: to be collared and chained, to sit astride M’s thigh and rub back and forth watching you stroke yourself to bliss. The feast for my eyes. My terror of the punishment from M for being such a wanton slut.
A flogging… holding M’s nipple in my mouth while the flogging makes her breast jerk this way and that, the soft firm flesh pushed against my face.
And then you do it to me.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I get the chance to feel a man’s buttocks against my palm as I strike. Better yet, holding a firm hot cock while M’s strikes force it to move between my latex-covered fingers.
Some of my new favourite things”.
Will you be part of the picture?
Contact slavegirl M to enquire about a double session now.
Slave M is tortured by Electro and Bastinado
I had recently come into contact with M through her web site, suggesting some themes for a meeting. Some of these themes were familiar and some she had not experienced.
I arrived at the appointed hour at the luxurious apartment she shared with her Mistress. M opened the door wearing only a mauve gown, asked me to remove my shoes and conducted me to the upper floor. The first room was dominated by a leather bench with pairs of leather manacles at each end with which a victim could be restrained. The pair at one end was attached by chains to a winch, the whole resembling a medieval rack. A collection of instruments of chastisement hung from hooks on a set of shelves on which sat other BDSM paraphernalia. The second room contained a St. Andrews cross to which a subject could be restrained to receive a flogging.
Having decided that the first room was better suited to the activities I had planned, M asked me to take a shower in the adjoining bathroom and return, where she would be waiting to accept whatever pain I chose to inflict on her.
When I returned, she had removed the gown and was kneeling naked, as I had instructed, which was a sign that she would seek to obey my every instruction. I went to the shelves and selected two weighted clamps. I asked her to rise and saw her wince as I attached them to her nipples. We were now ready for the first part of the story.
Electric torture with a TENS machine
As M had never experience this, I showed her the machine and its electrodes, explaining how it worked. She watched as I assembled the electrodes and attached them to the machine. One was attached to a sound, a thin stainless steel rod with a rounded end, the other to a small clamp.
I then asked her to lay face upwards on the rack, attaching her hands to the chain and her feet to the corners of the bench. I then inserted the small clamp into the entrance of her anus, and, to complete the circuit, the sound into her vagina.
I then picked up the machine and slowly turned up the power level. M stared at me, all the time maintaining eye contact. When M told me that she could feel tingling in both places, I then put down the machine, seeing that it had reached level 6, and started to move the sound around. Suddenly, she gasped I saw her eyes widen, which I presumed meant that the sound had touched her clitoris.
Making sure that the electrodes were still in place, I slowly turned up the power to 8, which caused more gasping, widening of her eyes and involuntary motion. After a couple of minutes, M begged me to pause, to which I agreed. She told me that it felt like having hot needles inserted. After a minute or two, I asked her if she was ready to continue, to which she nodded.
Soon we again reached level 8, so I decided to examine the effect of moving the sound around. Again, a louder gasp and a frightened look as it touched the clitoris. I then removed the sound and slid it along her pelvis and chest until it touched one of her nipples, causing an instant reaction. I then returned it to its original position and turned the power up to 10. I then said that I would leave her there, gasping and writhing. M screamed “No, pleased don’t leave me”, which, observing that she was genuinely distressed, I agreed to.
I then changed the stimulation pattern from individual short pulses to longer pulses, each consisting of several shocks. M immediately noticed the difference. In this pattern, the strength of the pulses varies. As the strength reached its maximum, the effect on M was spectacular, so I decided that she needed a new break. She asked me whether we had reached full power, to which I said that there was one more “hyper” level which she would soon experience.
When I was satisfied that M was ready for the conclusion of the first phase of her torture, I quickly turned the power up to 10 and then activated the “hyper” button. The effect was immediate and spectacular. The gasps became screams as she writhed in a vain attempt to dislodge the electrodes. Satisfied her behaviour, I turned off the machine and removed the electrodes. M told me that the final experience felt like the agony expanding inside her. I told her that, although the pain was intense, the current was very low and would cause no damage. I congratulated her on the steadfast way she had taken her first torment and expressed the hope that, in the event that she would like to repeat it, that her nipples should share in the experience.
The bastinado
The bastinado is probably the oldest form of torture, in which the victim is subjected to blows of moderate strength on the sensitive soles of their feet. M had told me that she had tried this, but did not tell me to what level.
I untied her and instructed her to lie on her stomach facing in the opposite direction. I attached her feet to the manacles on the chain. Taking a length of rope, I asked her to place her hands behind her back and tied them. I then attached the rope to the manacles so that her lower legs were constrained to be vertical and I could attack her soles from above.
I selected the thinnest cane and, with a flick of the wrist, brought it down, causing M to groan and shudder. I could see that, being inflexible, the cane struck the edges rather than the soles and would probably have been unpleasantly painful. I suggested to M that I try the tawse I had brought with me, to which she agreed. I brought it down somewhat harder and could see from M’s reaction that it was at least as painful as the cane. M told me that she preferred this instrument, so I continued in slow time, striking in turn from each side, so that the pain from one stroke had faded before the next one arrived.
After about 20 strokes, I decided to give M a respite from her pain, placed my hand between her legs and began to massage what I hoped was her clitoris. Soon, she started to writhe again, not to avoid the blows, but announcing the approach of orgasm. M asked me if she needed to have permission to reach her climax, but I told her that than was not necessary as I wished to observe it. Soon after I had resumed the massage, her groans increased and then she was still.
I then resumed the bastinado. At no point did M beg for mercy, so, inspired by the sight of her white bottom which would next be the subject of my cruel intentions, I stopped after 20, marvelling at her tolerance of pain, as I am sure she could have taken many more. Again, she had submitted herself perfectly, so I had no grounds for punishing her.
The whipping
All the while of the bastinado, I could see M’s shapely pale bottom, bearing a fading mark from some previous whipping. I untied her so the rope would not impede my blows, so that only her feet were restrained. I began by giving M a brisk spanking until her white bottom had turned pink, although she had told me that I could administer the caning cold if that is what I wanted, again a sign that, having submitted herself, she would take whatever her master decided.
I then began to cane M’s beautiful bottom, admiring the emergence of the red stripes as each stroke bit deeply into her flesh. As it had been successful in the bastinado, I replaced the cane with the tawse, bringing it down with some force and causing M to grasp the end of the bench. I then moved to the other side and repeated the stroke, pleased when M told me that she preferred this instrument to the cane.
I put the tawse down, placed my hand between her legs and began massaging her, this time squeezing one of her nipples. Soon, M climaxed again, after which I decided to conclude affairs by delivering 20 hard strokes of the tawse, which M took without begging for mercy, and, after which, her bottom was very red indeed. Throughout the session, I felt that M had been totally submissive, so that no further punishment was required.
The happy ending
After I had released M from her bonds, she told me that she would like to serve me in one further way. Kneeling, she undid my trousers and removed them along with my underpants. She then invited me to lie on the bench, and, having fitted a condom to my penis, took it in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue while stroking my nipples. Soon, I achieved an intense climax.
After I redressed I suggested to M that, because of the cool temperature, she put on her gown again. We talked while I assembled and packed my electrical tools and the tawse. I left with the feeling of peace that comes from an intense erotic experience.
Masters and slaves
All successful relationships are built on trust, but there is no greater bond of trust than that between master/mistress and slave. The slave submits to be restrained, aware that an evil sadist could misuse that trust to inflict serious damage on their helpless victim. The good master is aware of that trust and seeks to balance the infliction of appropriate pain with the wellbeing of the submissive. It is the most intense of all relationships.
Tied Up in Knots – Rope Bondage Breast Harness
Background: Sir David is very experienced in BDSM and Rope Bondage. Sessions are delightful and at times challenging. I am a professional submissive/slave and love the feel of restrictive rope tied around my body. Rope bondage is one of the aspects of BDSM play that I am very experienced in.
Sir enters the room to see his slave in the middle of the room, dressed in a sexy little lace gown which opened down the front leaving plenty of skin showing. No underwear is worn for Sir, as he likes to be able to see the plump pink pussy lips in every position I am in. I am kneeling up straight, head bowed, with knees apart and palms facing upwards as he has always instructed.
“What a delightful sight” he commented as he stood in front me. I could feel his eyes touching every inch of my body with his stare.
“I am glad Sir approves” I replied in submissive tone of voice, wondering whether I was to speak or not.
Sir then disappeared behind me. There was a long pause of silence. Where was Sir? He did not make any sound. Then in a sharp loud commanding voice, which startled me, saying, “Stand Slave M and remove your garment.”
I did as he wished. I stood very still and slowly removed my lace gown. He watched as the black lace slowly slid down my back, over the curve of my bottom cheeks and draping down my legs to the floor.
Sir then started to create his magic and wound the rope tightly around my naked body. I could feel the rope as it slip over my skin and being pulled firmly into place. When Sir had finished I proudly wore a rope bra, which made my tits and nipples stand out just lovely. They were round and firm. Very accessible for Sir to now torture and play with.
“Now for my pleasure to continue” , he said with a evil grin on his face. He then placed some clamps with weights on each of my nipples. They were left to dangle, sway and create pain when he pulled and flicked them. Sir played a while torturing my nipples and tits and finished with using a strap to hit each of the clamps off. He could see my body flinching with every hit and hear the pain I was in. This is what he liked. With each strike of the strap I let out a squeal and a moan. I was pleasing Sir and this made me feel so much better. When the clamps were removed Sir then placed each nipple in his mouth and slowly and gently sucked on them. I could feel his wet tongue slid over my nipple and flick it which was enormous pleasure for me.
“That is enough pleasure for you, my slave M” said Sir as he turned and walked out the door, leaving me standing in the middle of the room.
I always enjoy my play time with Sir David. He is particularly skillful in rope bondage and putting a submissive girl like me in her place.
A Poem for Sir Phil
I kneel still and silent in the middle of the room
I hear my heart beating
My blood racing through my veins
bound by my mind
and held in your bond
I strain to hear a sound
showing me you are there
but your movements are so silent
I still know your there
Then without hesitation I feel your gentle touch
as you caress my body,
I dare not move as you then strike
sending shock waves throughout my body
you are so close
and yet so far
Has it been an hour
or is it just a minute
time no longer has meaning
bound in this magical spell
put out and held by you
Is there still a world?
beyond the one I am in
or has it all melted away
with this silent calmness i am in
Trusting within
you taking hold of my mind
my body no longer part of me
as I take flight and glide
alone within….. I have a feeling of
total freedom
which is
complete within me
Extreme CBT by Mistress Tara – Hitting the Nail on the Head
Equipment required: One hammer, a few nails, a padlock, a key, antiseptic, a towel, a camera, a slave, a penis, one that has a ball sack attached of course – (slave H), also a cup, hot water, tee bag and most importantly a Mistress.
Recently I assisted Mistress Tara with a medical play scene in Sydney involving a permanent piercing/permanent body modification, a male slave, a padlock and his penis. A request was received from slave H that he would like to have a padlock put through his penis as a Prince Albert piercing.
OMG I thought, through the penis! No way! That is serious permanent body modification!
Mistress did a lot of investigation and research on this as this was not standard medical play. Luckily Mistress Tara has a medical background and so could appreciate that this was not a straight-forward piercing. What might seem to be a simple task, is in fact quite a bit more. There were a lot of safety and hygienic concerns that Mistress needed to have just right. When she was happy to proceed, she met slave H who flew interstate for this session. Slave H was fully aware of what was about to be done and was grateful that he found a Mistress that was very …..thorough….. pedantic…….. strict……. with the whole procedure, as slave H was very aware that he had a lot a stake if things were not right.
Everything had been sterilised professionally in an autoclave. All of the materials that had been sourced purposefully for this piercing were of the highest quality.
We started…..I watched as Mistress pushed through a large, I mean HUGE, needle through the penis near the top. I was waiting for the screaming, from slave H not me, but nothing. I felt like screaming for him. Brave slave H I thought. When that had gone through with no trouble Mistress then made use of her time by hamming a nail through his ball sac onto a piece of timber which was clamped down onto a table. Bang bang bang. This was now looking cool. Slave H was literally stuck.
Slave H had been sitting up the whole time with a smile on his face …. the whole time!!! This I did not expect. I will remember the look of excitement and joy on Mistress’s face. Then it was time for a cup of tea, for Mistress to sit back and enjoy her work … sort of a halfway interval like at the movies.
When the nails were removed from the ball sack, Mistress then needed stretch the hole where the needle had gone through so that the padlock could be fitted through the penis. After some pushing and pulling, and stretching the padlock went through just beautifully.
Any last wishes? ….. then snap, the padlock was locked.
It was certainly a lot of fun to watch such a extreme CBT procedure.
You can read more about this and see a full gallery of pictures at Mistress Tara’s website
Elderly Men can Still Punish Severely
Notes from an interesting out-call with an elderly gentleman
Background: I was called to Jon’s place so that he could discipline me. His interest was the strap, paddles and canes and some body worship.
I arrive a Jon’s house right on the agreed time. I knocked at the door and waited. And waited….. And waited…… I listened for any movement inside the house. Nothing. I thought for a moment I had the wrong place. Knock knock knock, again. Then I heard the door being unlocked and opened.
Before I could see the figure behind the door, I heard a soft croaky male voice saying “Inside and strip naked.”
I put my friendly face around the door and introduced myself and then proceeded through the doorway into the lounge room where I stood and waited for Jon to join me. Jon took some time walk to the lounge room. I observed Jon as a elderly man, who has extreme breathing difficulties from the little walk from the front door to the next room. He was clutching at this pants, which I find out later had no elastic to hold them up!
I asked Jon to sit down so that we could have a talk about what was expected and some other details. I was concerned about his breathing and asked if he was alright. At this stage I regretted asking him to sit in the chair as he was unable to lift himself out. Then Jon went to freshen up while I took some paddles, straps, and canes out of my bag, which I always bring with me and Jon had requested specifically. Jon returned indicated to me that we would be going to the bedroom for the session. So I assisted him with that and proceeded to take my clothes off. I followed him to the bedroom, at a slow stagger and shuffle. He was holding his pants up very awkwardly with his hands and, with some very heavy restricted breathing from Jon, we made it. I was seriously wondering if he would be able to follow through with the session. How could this little apparently sickly man have the energy to hit me.
“Bend over with your hands on the bed” he ordered me. So I complied. While he was holding up his pants with one arm, he grabbed the paddle off the bed and swung it through the air and “slap” onto my bottom. I was shocked with the first blow. This little old man has some punch behind his hits. Then another hit, and another. My bottom was nice and warm at this stage. He liked to observe his handy work. I will say that that did surprise me.
“Lay on the bed, I am going to suck your nipples” he commanded.
“Yes Sir”, I replied, and obediently scurried to the top of the bed into a laying position. Watching Jon trying to climb onto the bed with dignity, which was proving to be quite some challenge for him, I assisted in grabbing his arm and guiding him. He then plopped down between my legs and was unable to move. By this stage his pants were half way down his legs. So I then positioned myself so that he was able to suck on my nipples and I was able to caress his cock and balls. He placed his wet moist tongue on my nipple and lick and sucked. Feeling very nice. After a few minutes he then began to fiddle with the front of his face. He then pulled out his false teeth putting them beside me and continued to suck. I was laying there with one eye on the teeth just sitting beside me and the other on the cock and balls. I did not want to bump or lean on the teeth and break them. Jon by this stage was very engrossed in what he was going, and he was doing a great job. BTW, being bitten on the nipples with gums does hurt. He liked to tease me in biting down every now and then.
“Now for the cane. I am going to give you the cane” he said with some excitement in his voice.
With a bit of shuffling and a lot of effort I was able to position him at the end of the bed and give him a cane.
“You are going to get the cane now. You are to count each stoke and say Thank you sir, can I have another one” he said in a whisper as he was quite out of breath.
So I positioned myself and strike, the first one hit. I take a glance at him thinking you have some strength in you. “One. Thank you Sir, can I have another one” I said. Then strike. We finished with ten; and they were ten very good strokes. He then rubbed his hands over the welts that he had put on my bottom. Jon was smiling and his enjoyment could be seen on his face.
Jon was quite exhausted by the end of this session so I then helped him to his chair in the lounge room where I put my clothes back on and we had a talk and laugh. He was extremely pleased that I was able to help him. He knows he is a elderly man, not very mobile. He has these fantasies and was extremely pleased to be able to share those desires and needs with me.
My Pet Puppy Play Training with Master J
Master J just loved to make his slave feel humiliated and he knew that there was going to be some resistance to his planned puppy training.
Master J approached me slowly, holding a long chain with a leather handle on it. I knew it was a dog lead. As he stood in front of me he bent down with a evil smirk on his face and stared right through me with his eyes. He then reached out with one hand grabbing my collar around my neck and then went to clip the chain onto my collar. I pulled away so that the lead could not be attached to my collar. “I am not going to be your dog. I am not a animal” I said coldly.
Master was infuriated and with one push, pushed me flat to the ground and started to hit me with a leather strap which he always carries with him. He kept hitting me over and over, saying “You will be obedient and you will be my puppy.” After many hits I knew he was not going to stop, so I pleaded for him to stop. He saw that I was less resistant and more submissive for him. I gained my position on my knees, put my head high and let Master clip the lead onto my collar.
He then commanded me to crawl on all four around the room and he started to walk. I again felt very humiliated and wanted to be non compliant, but knew what he would do to me if I did not obey, so reluctantly I started to slowly move forward. Master encouraged me to move faster. He wanted me to bark, so I barked. He was enjoying the whole situation very much. I could see that his eyes and face were smiling. In my uncomfortable position, yes this did make me happy.
He then picked up a squeaky dog toy and threw it. “Go fetch, go get it.” He said with a tone of excitement.
For some reason I halted and said, “Go get it yourself, I am not your dog.”
I do now regret saying that. He dragged me to the middle of the room, and said, “You are going to be severely punished. I will have you obedient to me. You will learn the hard way.”
I could see that his face was red with rage. He commanded me to lay over the spanking bench and he then restrained me tightly to it. He then used the paddle on my already sore bottom. He then whipped me on my back and legs. I begged him to stop. But he did not listen. He was going to give me a lesson, that I would not forget.
After that punishment, I was a very compliant little puppy, who played fetch, barked, played chase and walked around on a lead.
Master J was extremely happy with his playful little puppy.
Master is looking forward to being able to teach his puppy lots more tricks.
My Obedience Training with Master J
Notes from a recent obedience training session
Background: I had been bought at a slave auction by Master J. He has brought me to his place where he is going to teach me to be his pet puppy and learn obedience to him.
When I arrived at his place he told me to kneel where he left me in the centre of the room for about ten minutes, it felt more like a few hours. He spoke to me telling me to strip naked and kneel down again. I started to talk to him and he abruptly told me to shut up. He walked around and around me, not saying a word. I could feel his eyes glazing over every inch of my body. I went to speak again, he walked over to me, stood towering above me, and with one quick strike of his hand across my face I was told to shut up.
My first rule – do not speak unless spoken to.
Master J then came closer to me, touching me all over, very gently. It was like he was looking for any imperfection on my smooth silky skin. He touched me every where. He ran his fingers down the sides of my neck and my ears, this was giving me goose bump and started to create the juices that I keep within me. I remained very still as his hands rubbed the inside of my legs, gently brushing up against my clit and lips. This was a nice feeling, that made me start to move with a gentle rocking and tilting my pelvis to keep the feeling going. He shouted sternly, “Stop fighting!” .
Rule two – do not make any movement until told to.
Master J then approached me and grabbed my hair pulling it so that my head was straight and tall. He pointed at the ground, indicating for me to look down. As I went to tilt my head down, he yanked my head back up straight and commanded “eyes looking down”. He then pulled my shoulders back which made my tits and nipples stand out just nicely. While he stood in front of me he kicked my knees apart, leaving me very open and exposed. He stood back again, just silently looking. I caught a quick look of his face, it was a look of approval. This made me feel a little more comfortable.
Rule three – always keep posture the way Master likes it. Naked and exposed. Tits and Nipples erect. Head held high with eyes in a looking down position. Legs and knees always apart.
A Disciplinary Visit from Uncle John
Notes from a recent role-play session
Background: Uncle John is a retired strict school teacher, who does not put up with any nonsense.
My misdemeanour: I arrived home 2 hours after my allocated curfew time and was slightly drunk, or ‘inebriated’ as he put it (so he thought – but I was not).
When Uncle John called me into his room, I knew that he was displeased with me. He stated very clearly that I was to be disciplined, taught a lesson for being such a wicked girl with no regard for rules. I pleaded with him not to be disciplined. I said it would not happen again, but my many excuses seemed only to make things worse for me.
I was put over his knee and he hand spanked my bottom until it was warm and glowing red. He then stripped my skirt and undies from me and had me standing facing the wall my hands on my head and my bare bottom showing whilst I was further chastised. I found that my excuses and my answering back trying to get out of the punishment made things worse, infuriating Uncle John.
He placed me back over his knee and used a hair brush to hit my bottom. Every stroke was stinging my bottom but he did not stop. I liked it when he rubbed my hot bottom cheeks and I could feel his fingers slide further down softly touching my clit and slowly he penetrated me with his fingers. This was a much better feeling than the belting I had received. But this did not last long, before I knew it I was put over the spanking bench and received many strikes with the strap. Each stroke stinging my already sore bottom. With each stroke I was reminded that my punishment was to correct my wayward behaviour.
When Uncle John was satisfied with my punishment he then had me kneel in front of him to thank and please him the way he liked to be, by gently caressing his balls and stroking his hard throbbing cock.
He informed me that every Saturday for the next month, I was grounded and could not go out with my friends as I liked to do. I was going to be disciplined in the same manner on my bare bottom, as this is to be the correction I need.
We will see…………….
Finding Information on How to Become a Submissive/Slave
This blog post is for all of the other women and men who are starting out in BDSM & trying to find information on how to become a submissive/slave. Stick with it. There is hope. The information is there and genuine people do exist!
When I found my interest into BDSM quite some years ago and the BDSM, D/s, M/s lifestyle, I did a lot of research and reading. At the time I could not find information about being submissive, or better being a slave, fast enough. There was also very little to be found for someone who was not in the fetish ‘scene’. Heck I didn’t even know there was a ‘scene’.
What I did find I devoured, and I found I wanted this BDSM lifestyle more and more. I even went to a local library, to find that there was nothing in relation to what I wanted to find out about living a submissive life, and becoming the property of someone else as their slave.
Admittedly I did not know what exactly I should search for, and this may have something to do with it. The point is, I knew what I felt and was searching for information about it; but the information was not available in a way that a person like me would logically look for it.
I was not in the ‘scene’ and (at the time) had only average Internet skills. At one point I found and joined some Internet chat groups where people discussed BDSM and fetish in general. What I found was that (especially now looking back in hindsight) many, perhaps even most, people were not genuine, and in fact had no clue or idea.
I understand that everyone has their point of view on these types of things, but it was not answering the questions and the curiosity that was consuming me at the time.
The information of the Internet I found very interesting and helpful, but also conflicting, confusing, and confronting at times. Confronting was good because this made me think about what I really wanted.
My best source of information has been sharing and listening to my Mistress (who is a Professional and a lifestyle Mistress) who has a wealth of knowledge in many areas. This has given me the chance to learn and grow and gain much needed knowledge to satisfy my greed for information.
Being able to actually meet and talk to people who have actually lived and experience the lifestyle was very helpful. I found this a good way to obtain quality information and the most satisfying for me. I still even find meeting people who have had experience, whether a little or a lot, that I can learn and share wonderful information and ideas with them.
Thank you Mistress for allowing me to live this lifestyle in your service.
