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MISTRESS ANETTE
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Monthly Archives: August 2021
RAIN OR SHINE
An incoming text message woke him up from a deep sleep.
Come to My house AT ONCE!! Come by bicycle!!!!!
He frowned. Why on earth did he have to use his bike?? Then he heard the rain pattering against the window and the penny dropped. Wicked, wicked Lady! Her message sounded urgent, so he jumped out of bed like an acrobatic flea, grabbed his clothes, his rain suit and a towel (She hated dripping slaves, man, She really did).
It wasn’t raining, it was bucketing down. The night was stormy as well and he had to be careful not to be blown over. By the time he got to Her house, he was panting like a marathon runner with hemorrhoids. He went to the shed, took off his rain gear, dried his hair, face and hands with the towel and knocked on the backdoor.
You took your time, She thundered with a lot of headwind.
I’m so sorry, Mi-
Yeah, yeah, I heard it all before. Get your lazy ass inside, get the dustpan & brush and sweep that up. She pointed at the few grains of sugar on the kitchen floor. He didn’t frown (wise), didn’t raise his eyebrows (wise too) and didn’t ask (wise again); he grabbed the dustpan & brush and swept the floor. It took him less than twenty seconds.
Good! Now, get out and go home. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Move it!
Come to My house AT ONCE!! Come by bicycle!!!!!
He frowned. Why on earth did he have to use his bike?? Then he heard the rain pattering against the window and the penny dropped. Wicked, wicked Lady! Her message sounded urgent, so he jumped out of bed like an acrobatic flea, grabbed his clothes, his rain suit and a towel (She hated dripping slaves, man, She really did).
It wasn’t raining, it was bucketing down. The night was stormy as well and he had to be careful not to be blown over. By the time he got to Her house, he was panting like a marathon runner with hemorrhoids. He went to the shed, took off his rain gear, dried his hair, face and hands with the towel and knocked on the backdoor.
You took your time, She thundered with a lot of headwind.
I’m so sorry, Mi-
Yeah, yeah, I heard it all before. Get your lazy ass inside, get the dustpan & brush and sweep that up. She pointed at the few grains of sugar on the kitchen floor. He didn’t frown (wise), didn’t raise his eyebrows (wise too) and didn’t ask (wise again); he grabbed the dustpan & brush and swept the floor. It took him less than twenty seconds.
Good! Now, get out and go home. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Move it!
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STANDING IN AWE
She flew all the way from Prague to do a movie in my hometown. She wanted me to accompany Her as Her toy, private secretary, slap-around, onlooker, devotee, pet and moron. Yeah baby, I’m a Jack of all trades! The movie was about one Mistress and no less than seven slaves. I suggested the title Frostbite and the seven Dwarfs, but if looks could kill, I would have died on the spot. Anyways, She introduced Herself to the slaves, who stood side-by-side, naked to the dick. Right on that moment someone walked in and asked Her something.
I’ll be right back, She said to the talking dicks, left the dungeon and forgot all about the little fellows (small potatoes, you know). She returned one and a half hour later with make-up on, hair done and dressed in a gorgeous leather outfit. The dwarfs hadn’t moved an inch.
Oh my God, are you still here? She laughed in surprise and delight.
Then She took the reigns and dominated these guys with ease, precision, confidence and professionalism. She was a puppet Mistress who pulled all the strings; a conductor who conducted a symphony orchestra to create a masterpiece. I was truly in awe and mighty waves of submission rolled over me. So there you have it: it doesn’t matter if it’s one or one hundred slaves, a skilled Mistress is always in charge.
I’ll be right back, She said to the talking dicks, left the dungeon and forgot all about the little fellows (small potatoes, you know). She returned one and a half hour later with make-up on, hair done and dressed in a gorgeous leather outfit. The dwarfs hadn’t moved an inch.
Oh my God, are you still here? She laughed in surprise and delight.
Then She took the reigns and dominated these guys with ease, precision, confidence and professionalism. She was a puppet Mistress who pulled all the strings; a conductor who conducted a symphony orchestra to create a masterpiece. I was truly in awe and mighty waves of submission rolled over me. So there you have it: it doesn’t matter if it’s one or one hundred slaves, a skilled Mistress is always in charge.
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CHEERS!
Come here slave.
He looked up from his dick and crawled to Her.
You’re really in love with your penis, aren’t you? She shook Her head in disbelief. Well, let’s see if we can take that admiration to the next level.
He felt a glow of happiness spread all over his face. Was She really going to take a picture of his monumental cock, print it, frame it and hang it on Her bedroom wall? Had that day finally come?
No.
She unlocked his chastity cage, ordered him to masturbate like a rabbit and cum in a plastic cup. He almost teared up from happiness, because it wasn’t even the end of the year yet! He was a man, not blessed with an abundance of brain cells and completely oblivious of what was coming. He embraced his dick as if it were a long lost friend and filled the cup in no time.
Such a good boy, She smiled. Now, drink it.
He looked shocked and stared at the thick, white, jelly-like substance in his cup.
C.can I have a diet coke instead, Mistress?
Shall I put your dick in the toaster, slave?
Man, She can be so persuasive!
He shivered, swallowed it down and gagged several times.
Thank you Mistress, that was a real treat.
Glad you liked it slave, She smiled, we’ll do it again tomorrow.
He looked up from his dick and crawled to Her.
You’re really in love with your penis, aren’t you? She shook Her head in disbelief. Well, let’s see if we can take that admiration to the next level.
He felt a glow of happiness spread all over his face. Was She really going to take a picture of his monumental cock, print it, frame it and hang it on Her bedroom wall? Had that day finally come?
No.
She unlocked his chastity cage, ordered him to masturbate like a rabbit and cum in a plastic cup. He almost teared up from happiness, because it wasn’t even the end of the year yet! He was a man, not blessed with an abundance of brain cells and completely oblivious of what was coming. He embraced his dick as if it were a long lost friend and filled the cup in no time.
Such a good boy, She smiled. Now, drink it.
He looked shocked and stared at the thick, white, jelly-like substance in his cup.
C.can I have a diet coke instead, Mistress?
Shall I put your dick in the toaster, slave?
Man, She can be so persuasive!
He shivered, swallowed it down and gagged several times.
Thank you Mistress, that was a real treat.
Glad you liked it slave, She smiled, we’ll do it again tomorrow.
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SCRUB THERAPY
The Lady examined his skin as if it were a papyrus scroll.
She shook Her head: the skin lays over your body like a depleted field. A barren landscape of dust and dirt, that’s what it is. It’s dry, it’s dull and missing its glow. And … wait, wait … hold on … oh no, there’s no skin circulation anymore!!
Jesus Christ, he panicked, no circulation??
Sir, we have to act quickly, before things get out of hand. Lay face down on the table and spread your arms. That’s it, lovely. I need to strap your arms and head, because desperate times call for desperate measures. Normally I would use a body brush or scrubbe-
Stop blathering, Woman, he screamed, DO something.
A cold front moved into Her eyes and She lashed out with Her nails. She dug Her nails deep into his skin and dragged them down. Sometimes agonizing slowly, sometimes with lightning speed. He screamed, wriggled and fought in agony. But She was just getting warmed up and went full throttle on his back, arms and legs. Then She unstrapped him and had him turn over.
Save me, he cried. Save my epidermis!
She nodded, climbed up the table and sat on his chest.
This is going to hurt a bit, She said. She pierced Her sharp nails into his face and scratched the skin of his cheeks. Blood trickled down from the deep cuts. He howled in pain.
Don’t you worry, She said, your skin will be soft, smooth and healthy again in no time.
She shook Her head: the skin lays over your body like a depleted field. A barren landscape of dust and dirt, that’s what it is. It’s dry, it’s dull and missing its glow. And … wait, wait … hold on … oh no, there’s no skin circulation anymore!!
Jesus Christ, he panicked, no circulation??
Sir, we have to act quickly, before things get out of hand. Lay face down on the table and spread your arms. That’s it, lovely. I need to strap your arms and head, because desperate times call for desperate measures. Normally I would use a body brush or scrubbe-
Stop blathering, Woman, he screamed, DO something.
A cold front moved into Her eyes and She lashed out with Her nails. She dug Her nails deep into his skin and dragged them down. Sometimes agonizing slowly, sometimes with lightning speed. He screamed, wriggled and fought in agony. But She was just getting warmed up and went full throttle on his back, arms and legs. Then She unstrapped him and had him turn over.
Save me, he cried. Save my epidermis!
She nodded, climbed up the table and sat on his chest.
This is going to hurt a bit, She said. She pierced Her sharp nails into his face and scratched the skin of his cheeks. Blood trickled down from the deep cuts. He howled in pain.
Don’t you worry, She said, your skin will be soft, smooth and healthy again in no time.
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IT’S ALL IN THE NUMBERS
Are you a bit of a gambling man? She asked.
That was weird, he’d just told Her about his mortgage, the alimony and his gambling debts.
As I ju-
I bet you are. Well, I believe in luck, in destiny, in numbers. So I will think of a number between one and ten. Guess it right and glory, glory hallelujah.
He had no idea what She was talking about: Three?
THREE?? Why on earth would it be three?? She shook Her head. Absurd! Try again!
He looked bewildered and confused: F.five?
She doubled up with laughter. Five! Hilarious. If you had guessed it right, then I would have paid all your debts. But now … well, now you leave Me with no other choice then to fire you.
WHAT!! He ejected from his chair like a human cannonball. WHY? You can’t do this to me, Angela! Without an income I will be destitute within weeks.
Man, don’t be so overdramatic. Alright, Jesus!, you can keep your job. On one condition.
He was overjoyed: Thank You so much! And yes, of course, name it!
From now on you will be My slave.
W.what?? His smile crumbled and fell.
You heard Me!
I … I … don’t understand … w.what does that mea-
Alright John, goodbye! Have a good life.
Stop! Stop! OK … I will … you know … do it.
Do what exactly, John? Shout it as loud as you can! NOW!!!!
I WILL BE YOUR SLAVE!!!
She smiled. That’s right. Your number is up.
That was weird, he’d just told Her about his mortgage, the alimony and his gambling debts.
As I ju-
I bet you are. Well, I believe in luck, in destiny, in numbers. So I will think of a number between one and ten. Guess it right and glory, glory hallelujah.
He had no idea what She was talking about: Three?
THREE?? Why on earth would it be three?? She shook Her head. Absurd! Try again!
He looked bewildered and confused: F.five?
She doubled up with laughter. Five! Hilarious. If you had guessed it right, then I would have paid all your debts. But now … well, now you leave Me with no other choice then to fire you.
WHAT!! He ejected from his chair like a human cannonball. WHY? You can’t do this to me, Angela! Without an income I will be destitute within weeks.
Man, don’t be so overdramatic. Alright, Jesus!, you can keep your job. On one condition.
He was overjoyed: Thank You so much! And yes, of course, name it!
From now on you will be My slave.
W.what?? His smile crumbled and fell.
You heard Me!
I … I … don’t understand … w.what does that mea-
Alright John, goodbye! Have a good life.
Stop! Stop! OK … I will … you know … do it.
Do what exactly, John? Shout it as loud as you can! NOW!!!!
I WILL BE YOUR SLAVE!!!
She smiled. That’s right. Your number is up.
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SHOULDER RIDING
A Woman sitting on a man’s shoulders … that’s just a bit of harmless fun, right? That’s what I thought, anyway. That changed on a sunny day at the local park, when Patricia sat down on my shoulders. She locked Her feet behind my back and squeezed Her legs together.
What are you waiting for! Move!
I giggled and before long I was sweating like a melting glacier.
Come on, She groaned, slapping me across the head, FASTER!
Patrici-a-a-a-
She grabbed my hair and pulled.
Horses don’t talk! So shut up and move!
She tightened Her grip on my head and I walked the bejesus.
Stop, stop!
I obeyed immediatlely, panting to breathe.
Do you want Me to replace you? Is that it? I’m pretty sure there are plenty of guys who would love to take your place. Is that what you want?
No, Patricia, I panicked.
She slapped me on the back of my head.
What did I say about talking horses? Mm?
I opened my mouth, but wisely closed it again.
Better! Now, prove yourself worthy to Me.
And off we went. Left, right, uphill, downhill and always faster, faster, faster. She slapped me, pulled my hair and almost killed me with Her strong legs. I was sure I would faint from exhaustion, but somehow I survived the ordeal. She was not my Mistress, nor would She ever be, but She gave me one hell of a ride that day!
What are you waiting for! Move!
I giggled and before long I was sweating like a melting glacier.
Come on, She groaned, slapping me across the head, FASTER!
Patrici-a-a-a-
She grabbed my hair and pulled.
Horses don’t talk! So shut up and move!
She tightened Her grip on my head and I walked the bejesus.
Stop, stop!
I obeyed immediatlely, panting to breathe.
Do you want Me to replace you? Is that it? I’m pretty sure there are plenty of guys who would love to take your place. Is that what you want?
No, Patricia, I panicked.
She slapped me on the back of my head.
What did I say about talking horses? Mm?
I opened my mouth, but wisely closed it again.
Better! Now, prove yourself worthy to Me.
And off we went. Left, right, uphill, downhill and always faster, faster, faster. She slapped me, pulled my hair and almost killed me with Her strong legs. I was sure I would faint from exhaustion, but somehow I survived the ordeal. She was not my Mistress, nor would She ever be, but She gave me one hell of a ride that day!
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ALL IN THE FAMILY
I did (and still do) lots and lots of family research to find out more about my ancestors. Some were successful and quite wealthy, others ended up in the workhouse. Some lived a long life, many others died young. Some were sentenced to jail (for petty theft mostly), one was flogged and died in prison and one of my ancestors was hanged for murder in February 1803. Some received the Yad Vashem title of “Righteous Among the Nations” for helping Jewish families during WW2, several family members died in Nazi concentration camps, while someone else in the family was sentenced to jail by a war tribunal for collaborating with the Nazis. One brother joined Napoleon’s Grand Armée and died during Napoleon’s catastrophic invasion of Russia; while the other brother fought against Napoleon at Waterloo. Many of them were born, got married and died in the same village, others crossed the Atlantic Ocean and found a new home in America. A view of my ancestors became locally famous, others nationally, and at least one of them became world famous: Mata Hari. It’s such an honour to be related to Her, it really is. I often wonder, as I go through the stories of my ancestors, if somewhere, somehow, Female Domination played a (tiny) role in their life as well. Because who knows, maybe I’m not the first to embrace the superiority of Women. Maybe it’s all in the family.
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