What to do when your sick of TV

This wasn't a great week to be a slave. I have been laid up with the flu. I
will not go into detail on it, I will just say using social media was not
high on the list of things to do. Even now I still don't feel great, but I
am sick of TV, and as Mistress Cassidy's slave I am not permitted to read any
erotic material, or view porn sites so I decided to write.

I am going to have to ask Mistress if I am allowed to follow a site called
Extreme Restraint University. I saw it listed in a Google search but I didn't go any
further not knowing if it falls outside of my permitted learning
criteria. I have managed to revisit CollarNCuffs. When my head is clearer I
will spend more time there. I still think it would be interesting to try
the chat rooms but until I am better. I did play one of their word games. I
even received 3 likes for my input. One is the site's owner. The
game is to name 3 items that you would buy at Walmart that would freak out
the cashier. My input was a sleep blindfold, rope, and a belt. If it was
five words. I would have added clothespin and candles. Although not mentioned,
I would assume they meant going to an adult cashier. Now that I am
feeling a little better I will be returning to CollarNCuffs soon. I also
have to get back to FetLife soon. At least I know my boundaries there as
Mistress's slave. It has been a couple of weeks since I have messaged my
friends. I am looking forward to reconnecting with Mistress's other
collared slave SubPaul60. He and I have been getting closer and I want to
see what he's been up to. Unlike me, an LDR slave, SubPaul60 gets to see
Mistress in person. Even though I don't know SubPaul60 in person. I
consider him a friend in my scene life. The poor fellow was required
to read many of my posts and ordered to leave comments. If anyone is
interested why not read them. He worked so hard at it that it would be ashamed if
I was the only one to see them. Then if you want to leave him a
comment, you can find him on FetLife under his username SubPaul60.
So some of you might be think "Ok slave, how can you be writing a blog?
Don't you have a punishment to complete?" The answer is "Yes I do". I did
have the time set aside to do the work last Thursday, but the flu had other
plans for me and writing was not one of them. Doing scene stuff is out on
weekends for obvious reasons. Then on Monday and Tuesday, I was blessed with
two snow days in a row. Have I not been tortured enough. Nope! Still not my
punishment right. Now, this morning, Wednesday the 24th, I felt stronger, so
I decided to edit the Q and A for Mistress's blog first. Please go check it
out at cassidycream.com. She will be publishing it soon. Which brings me
to now and why I am writing my blog, instead of sitting at the table with
clamps on my nipples, while I writing out a hundred lines. Simply put. I am
writing this as I sit in my doctor's office waiting room. Now correct me if I'm wrong,
but I don't think the office would approve of someone sitting in the office writing
lines and wearing nipple clamps. But then again I could be wrong. Even if it was
possible to write lines in that waiting room I couldn't do it. You see
my orders are quite clear write my lines with nipples in clamps and
wearing only panties. Plus Mistress wants it all done at one time. So
finding private time in a household of four is not always easy to
find to accomplish the task at hand. Tomorrow and Friday offers no
time either since I am going to be away from home both day. Then it's
the weekend again. I guess as a slave I will need to contact Mistress
for forgiveness for the delay.

Now all I need is to find time to edit and publish this. When that
will be is anyone's guess. But regardless of everything else, I have
to finish this up here. I am the next one in line to be called in.
So I better put my phone away and be ready for when they call me in.

Bye for now
slave allan

Assigned to a Femdom website



Oh, what a questionable week I had. But the best thing that
happened though is Mistress assigning me to join a femdom
website called CollarNCuffs. I joined a few days ago, but just
received full permission to use the entire site. I guess I was being
vetted or something. So I have not had a chance to try all the features
the site has to offer before publishing this post. But I have little
choice. Mistress's deadline is looming. With this blog, I hope to
please Mistress and receive praise, which is so much nicer than a
scolding.

First I am not pitting this site against other sites that I use. Every
site has its own special niche. I am not sure how old the website is,
but it has a growing membership which is always good.  First off. I
have discovered that the site has many groups that interest me. There
is even one directly right up my alley, with information for online
submission and domination.

There are links to photos and stories. But I have not yet ask Mistress
for permission to view that kind of erotic material. Well, that is not
entirely true. I have read many titles on the stories and topics that
are presently there. An, of course, I have seen profile pictures. But
nothing deeper than that.

For the time being, mistress has granted me permission to meet anyone I
wish. So I am pleased to say I made a new friend already and it's a
fellow Canadian to boot.  So I don't step on any toes I do not plan to
start sending out dozens of friend request. Because I found another
Canadian that is why I sent this request. For the time being, I will be
sticking to the discussion groups to speak with others. I am puzzled
thought with the friend requesting. The other night when I signed in
there was a second friend on my list. But I do not remember sending or
excepting the request. I guess I just need more time to examine the site.

Since obviously I am interested in femdom and every thing and being that
I am a collared slave and owned by a mistress. That is also why I am
interested inthe chat rooms on this site. Now right off I have to say I am a
virgin when it comes to chat rooms. There is a curiosity there but I never
acted upon it yet. So being drawn to femdom my explorer instinct is
telling me to take the plunge. I have yet to do so under the guise that I
have not asked my owner if I could. Plus I don't want to find myself
in some cyber sex thing. Well, time will tell me whether to enter the
realm of chatting or not.

I still have to read the profile of the owner of the site. Miss Bonnie,
there is a section on her. I briefly clicked on it when I joined but
could not view it because I still did not have full access to the site
which prevented me from viewing profiles.

Hopefully, I will have time soon to access and play with the site
again. Then after fully exploring the it. I will revisit this blog
for an update.

Bye.
slave allan

A short blog about my week



This week I think I had two left feet. As Mistress's slave, I think everything
I tried to do this week I seem to screw up. If I was a real-life
slave, I surely would have faced some kind of consequence. Yes, I can still
be discipline as an LDR slave, but I was more referring to being on the
receiving end of one of Mistress's prized instruments.

First, it is a week later and I still haven't completed my punishment for
spelling mistakes on an older blog. Every time I thought I had an opportunity.
Something from my vanilla life would interfere. I know I have a great Owner,
but surely her patience's must be wearing thin with me.

There are sometimes that being an LDR slave has it's advantages. You see
for some reason every time I wrote something this week there was typos in
it. In my new contract, it states that there is no leniency for mistakes and
typos. If I had to face Mistress in person there is no telling what my fate
would have been for the number of silly errors I have made.

Then I was ordered to join this new website. I will be writing a
separate post on it. Sounds easy enough right. I never had so much
trouble joining a site. I still have not been granted full access to
everything. So I have limited information to give Mistress on the
site. Yet another failure for Mistress's slave.

Then there is Thursday. I was so frustrated. Mistress and I had worked
hard to hammer out a time for a Skype session. Finally after several
other failed attempts. I had a session set. I was very excited.
Mistress was going to make my greatest wish come through. The holy
grail of sorts. I was looking forward to being hypnotized. I even found
it hard to sleep the night before. I woke up excited that soon I would
have the house to myself. I would have just enough time to clean up.
and change into a pair of panties for Mistress like a good little slave.
Then of all things I get word that it is a snow day. I couldn't believe it,
a snow day. I sent a message to Mistress but out of frustration I forgot
my place that I am her slave. What did I do one might ask. To put in mildly
I used some rather colorful language. Swearing for short. When I had to tell her I
had to cancel yet again. As soon as I pressed that send button I regretted it.
I did receive a message from Mistress with a proper scolding which I totally
deserved. I should be grateful though. I could have found myself having to rinse
my mouth out.

So now I just have to make it through the rest of the week without
incident. What I fear with publishing this and my next post is that my
editing program and I will miss some mistakes. Once again placing me
in trouble with Mistress.

Bye.
slave allan

Club Surrender page 02

Page 02




Mistress Nikki gently slips her hand into my bra and clips one clamp to a nipple and then the second one to the next, "how are we doing, slave?" "I'm ok Ma'am," I answer calmly as I cringe from the punishing biting of the nipple clamps. Shivering from anticipation and the fact that I am nearly naked and standing in a fetish club for all to see. I take a quick moment to survey my new surroundings. At first sight, the club appears like any other nightclub. To one side there is your typical bar with its beer taps, and the liquor bottles displayed in the back. Of course, not far off from there is a dance floor. The only difference here, all of the dancers are dressed like me, and had their hands tied like me. 


To one side I see an array of tables where you can see clothed people sitting, and their almost naked slaves are kneeling or standing next to the table. Just beyond that, I can see the play area, with all kinds of kinky furniture. I expect I’ll get introduced to it soon enough. I can see a woman tied to a cross, both her arms and legs were spread wide to give her owner full access to all her sensitive spots. In fact, I see that her master has already put clamps on her nipples, and they look tighter than the ones Mistress Nikki put on me. 


The look on the poor slave's face makes me think she has been teased and denied an orgasm for quite some time. Seeing the anguish each time her Master pulls the vibrator away is getting me excited.Then it dawns on me, I could be in that slave predicament too. 


Also in the play area I see a cute slave with his hand pulled high above his head, which is forcing him onto his toes. Attached between his feet is a polished spreader bar preventing him from closing his legs. This lovely specimen is also sporting a ball gag, which became apparent when his mistress stepped into my view. In each of her hands, she’s banishing a shiny leather flogger. She wasted no time in guiding her tools to their intended spot on his naked ass.


Again, and again I hear the swoosh of the flogger as it impacted its target. I am spellbound as I watch the slave flinch every time the flogger kisses his skin, and I swear his cock is trying to grow another inch with each slap, if it wasn't being stopped by a cock cage. I catch myself rubbing my legs together as I watch his predicament. Nothing else seems to matter as I stood there staring.


"Slave!... Slave, look at me when I speak to you." I hear turning my head to focus on Mistress Nikki. She has slid my leash onto her wrist and is now holding a tablet in her hands. "I have a few questions to ask you, slave. Are you ready?" I nod my head up and down to say yes. "Good! So, slave, what is your first name?" she asked first.  "Caroline," I reply softly. "Well it’s nice to meet you, Caroline, you may speak normally when I talk to you, but remember to always address me as Mistress Nikki." To which I reply, "Yes! Mistress Nikki."


"Good! So, slave, how old are you?" is her next question. "32, Mistress," I replied. "And how tall are you, slave?" Mistress Nikki inquires next. "The last time I checked Mistress, I was 5 foot 8'' I answered, trying not to sound too nervous. "Very well, slave. Now I need your weight please." I hear as my next question is asked. "Whoa! What? Wait, hold on a minute. I'm not telling you that Lady!" I boldly protest.


Mistress Nikki’s arm moved so fast that it was a blur to me. But there was no mistaking the pain on my thigh following Mistress Nikki's hand impacting against bare flesh. Whack! "Ouch, ow ow ow. " I cry out. "What the hell did you hit me for?" I demand. I watch as Mistress Nikki starts to raise her hand again, but stops "I should be punishing you again, slave, but you caught Mistress in a good mood." Mistress Nikki tells me. "You were punished, slave for disobeying me, and for using a disrespectful tone of voice. Then there is the matter of calling me, Lady! My name to you slave is always Mistress Nikki, got it. That little bit of smart mouth will cost you extra 90 minutes in those nipple clamps," she says answering my query. 


"Now let’s not make a habit of making me repeat myself. So, I ask once again, slave. How much do you weigh?" "Sorry Mistress Nikki, and yes I understand you, I will remember to be respectful and too always call you Mistress Nikki. I am 121 pounds, Mistress Nikki." I answer and watch as Mistress Nikki enters the information. Then she raised her head before speaking again.


"Now that wasn't so hard was it, slave. I see that you have brown eyes and hair, and that you keep your body shaved, you’re also quite beautiful and don’t wear a lot of makeup," she says, making me blush some as I stand there watching her enter the information on her tablet. "I am going to take a guess, your measurements are 36, 28, 38. Does that sound about right, slave?" 


"I guess Mistress Nikki. I really don't know. It has been a while since I took my measurements. May I ask you a question, Mistress Nikki, why do you need all this information?" I ask as she continues to enter stuff into her tablet. "That's a fair enough question, slave. First, it is very important to the club that we have records of all the subs that have to serve their owners here. That way the next time you visit we know who you are and who you serve. Plus, if you agree to also be one of the club’s slaves while still serving your present owners, then you and your owners become Club Surrender V.I.P members. I will go over what that means later with you and your owner, slave. The second reason for your description is for the charity slave auction the club is having. Once again, I will go over that with you and your owners later. But, for now, you have nothing to worry about. Now on with the questions, shall we, slave. What is your Owner's name?"


Nothing to worry about. I thought just before answering, that's easy for her to say. She’s not the one who will be standing out in front of a bunch of strangers in a skimpy costume as they’re bidding on me, as if I was a side of meat. Before opening my mouth, it dawned on me, who is my owner. I came to the club with two of my girlfriends. I hadn’t said anything to them about me saying I’m a slave. It all happened so fast, the doorman asking, and me saying slave, so we wouldn’t be turned away. Then I was led off so quickly to be stripped and have my hands tied. I didn't get a chance to talk to the girls. "I have two Owners, Mistress Nikki." I blurt out. "Their names are Kenzi and Darlene," I answer with a sigh.


"Two Owners, how interesting for you, slave. Do you always call your Owners by their first names? I will still need to ask you to give me their description, so I can put it in the file too. So, let’s start with Mistress Kenzi, shall we? What does she look like and what is she wearing tonight?" 


Darlene and Kenzi will be surprised to find out that they now own a slave I thought as I start to answer Mistress Nikki. " Darlene and Kenzi, I start to say. "Oh no! Mistress Nikki, how silly of me. I meant to say, Mistress Darlene and Mistress Kenzi." I tried correcting myself hoping I sounded sincere enough as I started to describe Kenzi. 


"Well, Kenzi. Oops! I mean Mistress Kenzi, in a word is beautiful. She just has that natural glow about her you know. She's very outgoing, I don't think Mistress Kenzi has a shy bone in her body. And mentioning her body, it is to die for. She is a couple of inches taller than me, with that Hollywood hourglass figure. She is blessed with piercing blue eyes and lovely curly blonde hair down to her shoulders. And for how much she weighs, I have no idea, but less than me I'm sure." "She sounds amazing." comment Mistress Nikki. "Could you tell me what she is wearing tonight?"


"Hun, what? wearing. Oh okay. Mistress Kenzi has a sexy red silk blouse on. She’s also wearing a black leather mini-skirt, which happens to be a great match to the cute set of open toe shoes, with the 3-inch heel that she has on. She is also wearing a silver chain, and I think a leather choker.” I say, concluding my description of Kenzi. "That's a great slave. Now tell me about your other Owner." I watch as Mistress Nikki scrolls back through her notes. "Here it is, Mistress Darlene. right?" 


"That's right Ma'am. Her name is Mistress Darlene," I answered. Now, unlike myself who you would find barefoot, in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, with my hair in a ponytail. Darlene wouldn't be caught dead looking like that. Growing up in a straight-laced religion fearing family, Darlene was always the cut and dry plain Jane looking girl. That was until she got out on her own. Let me tell you when she moved away to attend school. The girl next door became the rebel without a cause.


"Mistress Darlene Ma'am," I start describing her to Mistress Nikki, "Is over the top. Tonight she has on a pair of white jeans along with a pair of black laced up super cut boots. She is also wearing a mess top. She has stunning black hair, and piercing blue eyes, and like always, she has tons of makeup on, which accompanies the bright lipstick highlighting her lips. She is a real head turner tonight," I say finishing up with Darlene’s appearance.

"Ok, Slave, That will do for now. Let's get you back to your owners. I will wager that they will be excited to play with you." Excited to play with me, lady you have no idea, I think to myself. I will be surprised if they don't choke and fall off their chairs once they see me bound and dressed as I am. Oh and let's not forget to mention that I made myself their slave. Mistress Nikki takes the leash that is attached to the collar around my neck. "Alright let's find out where they are," she conveys as she takes a look at her tablet's screen. Which is rapidly followed with a tug on the leash. " Ok Slave, follow me they’re this way". I just fall in behind Mistress Nikki as we head deeper into the club.


"Hello Ladies, you must be Mistress Darleen," Mistress Nikki says, extending her hand to Darleen, "and you must be Mistress Kenzi," Nikki says, while shaking Kenzi’s hand too. "I am Mistress Nikki. I have been assigned to keep an eye on your slave tonight, and to assist the two of you however I can."


My two friends reply with pleasant hellos, but it’s the expressions on their faces that said it all {SLAVE?} as they see me in front of them decked out as I am, hands tied and led on the end of a leash. "Surprise guys," is all I could think of to say. (Whack!) Mistress Nikki lays a solid open hand slap to my butt cheek. As I suck in air, brought on by the sudden event, I hear Mistress Nikki declare, "I did not give you permission, Slave, to speak. You will remain quiet until you're asked to speak."  Then Mistress Nikki asserts, "Be a good slave now and make your owners happy. Get on your knees, and starting with Mistress Darlene, use your tongue to polish her lovely boots. When you finish with her, you can start on Mistress Kenzi's feet next."


For some reason, I felt compelled to bow my head. I have the urge to say yes mistress, but I do not have permission to speak. So, I do what any good slave will do. Slowly I dropped to my knees. Mistress Nikki and I are a few feet from the girls, so I am forced to knee wall the remaining distance to Darlene's feet. Mistress Nikki comes up to the table too and takes a seat.


Obediently, I started doing what I was ordered to do. Although I feel humiliated being on my knees, I have to acknowledge how excited I feel having to lick Darlene's feet. I start by taking slow little laps here and there, savoring the taste of the leather on my tongue. "Not like that, slave. It will take you all day. Mistress Nikki comments, "start at the toe of her boot, and take one long lick from her toe to the top of her boot.” The order has an immediate effect, my pubic area, as it starts pulsating and I feel myself getting more excited. I comply by getting down low, place my tongue on the toe of her boot, I then start my slow ascending lap up Mistress Darlene boot. As I do, I peer up towards Darlene's face looking for her reaction. "That's right, slave. Now keep doing that until told otherwise,"  Mistress Nikki commands.

"Okay Ladies, your startled looks say this is all a big surprise to you. Oh, don't worry I am not going to throw you out. I love working with newbies. Both of you should be honored, it took a lot of courage for Caroline to do what she did for you guys tonight. I am willing to bet she chose to be a slave at the door to assure that you got in tonight. Isn't that right, slave?" Nikki asks." I reply with, "hun, hun!" confirming her suspicion. Then I hear Mistress Nikki say to my two friends, "So, ladies since everything here at the club is consensual. I have to ask since Caroline freely volunteered herself to the club as a slave, are you prepared to be her masters. 


Since I am looking up at Darlene's face as I lap at her foot and loving the spot that I am in. I see her nod her head up and down as she replies "yes I do," Kenzi's response makes me giggle, "you bet your ass I do," she burps out. "Great, that's what I hoped you would say. I just have a couple of things to go over with you two beforehand," Mistress Nikki expresses before continuing with, "that's enough slave. You can start on Mistress Darlene's other boot now."


Listening and obeying my orders I move to Darlene's other boot and start my first long lick up her leg. "Okay, ladies, first off neither one of you should call Caroline by her name. She’s a submissive and needs to get accustomed to being called, slave, and slut, isn't that right, slut?" I nod my head to the question. And simply reply, ``Yes Mistress Nikki."


"Next, from this moment on, your slave has to address the both of you, myself, any female club moderators by Mistress, and the men by Sir. All other dominant women she will address as Ma'am. Is that clear to you too, Slut, " Mistress Nikki asks once again demanding an answer from me. This time I have to look up from having my lips puckered up against Mistress Darlene’'s toe. "What? Oh, oh yes Mistress Nikki I understand, " I answer. She rewards me with, "that a good slave," as I received a pat to the head." 


"I  would like to touch on our charity slave auction." Mistress Nikki comments, "Consenting slaves will be auctioned off for a fun-filled long weekend of enslavement." she continues, "Everything takes place here In the club. Slaves will serve their master's here in the club, from Friday evening to Monday evening. Any questions so far?" I pause my worshipping of Kenzi's foot to notice both Darlene and Kenzi shake their heads no. Mistress Nikki concludes with, "I hope you ladies consider offering your slave to be sold. All money raised is being donated to the homeless shelter. But you don't have to give me an answer yet."


"Okay! Next ladies, in a few minutes I will send Ryan over to take your drink order. He is your service slave for the evening. He will be helping to get drinks, food, toys and providing introductions to other clients. Since you do have a slave in your care, we at the club ask that you drink responsibly. We will not permit anyone that is intoxicated to be responsible for a slave’s safety. Also on the topic of drinking, slaves are not permitted to have alcohol at all. Slaves can order their choice of soda without charge, but they themselves can not place the order. It would have to come from one of you two."  Mistress Nikki points out to Kenzi and Darlene. "Do either of you have any questions?" both girls nodded no.


"Alrighty then. Onto safety. Even though Caroline consented to be a slave, she still is a human being and she has rights. At any time she needs to slow things down a bit. Or stop because she is too overwhelmed. Caroline can control what's happening by using the yellow light, red light code. Yellow to slow down some. Red, she needs a stop, and everything stops until she is ready again. Of course, if Caroline has had enough and wants out. She is to say the safe word (lemon tart). If said, Caroline will be completely released and free to leave the premises.  If gaged all she needs to do is to shake her head back and forth signaling (no)." Mistress Nikki directed. "So, if there is nothing else. I have a couple more slaves to welcome. Ryan will be by in a minute to take your drink orders. And once I get the next few slaves reunited with their owners. I will be back."


As I watch Mistress Nikki disappear into the club I hear Darlene "Hell girl look at you all done up and all. Did you enjoy licking my boot, I didn’t know you like being a kinky bitch?" "Who are you calling a kinky bitch?" I asked once I got my tongue back in my mouth "I am only like this because I said that I was a slave to get us in here. If I knew I would end up like this, I wouldn't have said, slave."


It was Kenzi who spoke next " Then why did you continue to go on with it when you did find out?" Her question stopped me dead in my thoughts. She's right too. I could have stopped this long before lapping on Darlene's boots. But yet here I am in cuffs, kneeling at my friend’s feet. To add to my confusion, I was enjoying my helpless predicament.


Darlene pipes in just as I start to open my mouth "I think she wants to be a slave Kenzi. She looked like she was enjoying licking my feet. I think she wants to be our slave. What do you think, Kenzi, let's make her our slave?" I see the big smile on Kenzi as she replies "Hell yes, besides looking at her, she wants it. She did say to the doorman that she is our slave, right? Who are we to contradict her."


As I thought of it I couldn't deny I love the idea of spending the night as their slave. Plus, there's no denying the feelings in my happy spot. But I tried to mount a protest anyway. So, kneeling straight in defiance I start "If you think I am going to spend the night taking orders from you two you're fucking nuts." Laying it on thick for show. "If I didn't say I was a slave none of us would have got in here tonight. You should be thanking me." I tried to act angry. "So, let's pretend I am your slave and enjoy the evening. I will even stay in this getup." Nodding my head down toward my body.


"I don't know," said Kenzi "You were really getting into it Caroline when you had Darlene boot in your mouth." Trying to defend myself  "Oh come on guys, that was all for show. You know that."


"Like hell, it was a show you kinky thing." snorts Darlene. "You want to be our slave girl and you know it. The way I see it girl you really don't have much of a damn choice in the matter. You're the one that agreed to be all tied up like that. You know you can't deny it. Why would you lick my boots in public otherwise? Answer me that slave."


She's right, you know. I did want to be their slave. I didn't want to get dressed. The bondage and near nudity in its own way are liberating and I didn't want this night to end. So not to look too eager I reply "Because if I didn't Mistress Nikki would have hit me with her whip again." I smiled at my act of defiance but became puzzled by the girls' oh bloody hell expressions.


"Bloody lying now, are you, slave!" Mistress Nikki says coming up behind me out of the blue. Causing a shiver of fear to race through me " I just came over to let you know your service slave will be here in a moment. But clearly, we have a slave here who needs to be punished for being disrespectful to a club moderator and Mistress. That kind of disrespect is not tolerated. So, slave back on your knees until I say otherwise. While you're down there Mistress Kenzi’s feet need attention too."


Unknown to them, they have no idea how turned on I am as I take up my spot at Mistress Kenzi’s feet. I watch Mistress Nikki take a seat and say, "So ladies how do you want to punish our unruly, and disrespecting slave?"

 

 

 

 















Club Surrender page 01







Club Surrender

My girlfriends and I decided to check out a new fetish club that opened up. As we neared the entrance, I overheard the doorman turning people away because the club is exclusive to couples or groups in a D/s relationship.  Upon reaching the door we’re asked by the doorman how we identified our roles. As expected my two friends promptly replied "Mistress", but fearing being turned away, and having a great desire to see inside, I bowed my head and said "slave Sir". 


My two friends glanced at me in shock. The doorman said "welcome to Club Surrender ladies", just as another woman approached me and locked a collar around my neck and then she attached a leash. Next I hear the doorman say, "Ladies the clubs headmistress for this evening has issued an order that all slaves are to spend the night wearing a club appointed uniform with their hands bound and on a leash." this time it was I who had the look of shock. I saw the doorman open the door to usher my two friends in and heard him say "Have a pleasant evening ladies, your slave will be escorted to you, just as soon as she is prepared properly." 



At the same time the woman holding my leash said harshly as she yanked on it, "Follow me, SLAVE! Let's get you ready for Mistress and your Owners," and she leads me down a hall to another room, a dressing room of sorts. Once inside the woman turned to me and yelled: " Strip slave, get out of those bloody clothes and hang them in locker sixty, in there you will find something more suitable for a slave to put on, and be quick about it." I disrobed rapidly with my heart racing and did not want to anger this amazon any further.


Once changed I hung up my clothing neatly as ordered, then turn

fearfully to face the woman once again. She was standing there staring at me soaking up my outfit with an evil smirk on her lips, what I have on wasn’t hiding much. The outfit consisted of a strapless black bra, a small pair of panties with a zipper down the front, a set of fishnet stockings with straps to attach to the panties. “What size shoes do you wear?'' I’m asked by my chaperone. I tell her and watch as she goes to a shelf and grabs a pair. “Here, you’ll want to put these on too,” she says, placing the shoes on the table. “Thank you,” I responded. I sigh with a sense of relief knowing that I did have to spend the night naked. I slip the shoes on and wait for my next instructions.



“You have to wear these too,” she says, holding leather wrist and ankle cuffs to match the collar that I presently wore. "put these on slave and don't be wasting my darn time, you’re not the only pretty girl I need to get ready tonight," she forcefully ordered. I take the items and start putting them on my limbs. "God damn it girl, I said to hurry up! Make sure those cuffs are good and tight," the woman bellows, before continuing with, "good that's right I want to see your face cringe as you cinch those buckles close." 


Then with a calmer tone she continues, "you're doing good slave, now let's make sure those four locks are securely fastened, I do love to hear the sound of a lock clicking shut,” and a huge smile appears on here lips, as she’s rewarded with four lock snipping shut. "Good. Now come here slave and turn around... very good, now put your hands behind your back." Slowly I take small steps towards her and turn, my heart racing at the very thought of my hands being tied. 


"Come on what the hell is taking you so long, do you think I have all day to wait on you, DO IT And Do IT NOW!!!  SLAVE." she yells, causing me to scurry the last few steps. I  turn quickly and put my hands behind my back. I feel her as she grabs my wrist and roughly pulls them closer together. She threads the lock into the two d-licks and with one last tug down on my arms, I heard the familiar sound of a lock clicking shut. I tried a couple of quick pulls of my arms, and I found out that I was indeed securely tied up.



Once again, my tormentor forcefully orders, "alright, slave, now slowly spin around, let's see if you’re ready". I do not hesitate and start my spin. "Good, good, very good. Well it's about time, you’re ready. Now, pet, follow me!" Grabbing my chain once again, she leads me to a door on the other side of the dressing room, the door with the sign that says  "To The Club" over it


When we reach it, she pulls out a key card and swipes it over the scanner. I hear the lock disengage and the door pops open. She pulls the door open and leads me through it into the club. Once through she pulls the door shut and I hear the lock engaging. It is at this very moment, I know that there is no turning around, love it or hate it. I am now indeed a slave, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.



I watch as this beautiful woman approaches me carrying what looks like a tablet. The woman holding my leash leans into my ear and says " I have to leave now, slave but have a great time now you hear!" and with that, she hands the leash to the new woman, bows her head, turns, and walks away. The beautiful lady was now standing in front of me, leash in one hand, tablet in the other. 


I couldn't help but notice her perfect complexion, long curly blond hair, piercing emerald green eyes and bright ruby red lips. Her boots came up to mid thigh which accentuated the skirt that came to about the same place. The area between the top of the boot and the hem of the skirt left to teasingly show off her lovely bare legs. The top part of her outfit is a crisp white blouse tucked neatly into the waistband of the skirt. 


I parted my lips to say something but she put her finger gently across my lips and said "Shhhh!! Now pet, good slaves are not permitted to speak without permission, my name is Mistress Nikki and I am one of the clubs moderators, and it is my job to keep an eye on you and keep you safe tonight.


Club Surrender appreciates you submitting to the club and we would like to present you with this gift" Mistress Nikki says as she holds up what I thought was a necklace. But to my horror, it's a pair of nipple clamps attached together by a silver chain, with the message across the centre saying " collared slave of Club Surrender".


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Encouragement to a nervous sub facing a punishment


Even though punishment is to deter bad behavior some of us subs and slaves love being punished. Who knows you may love the feel of helplessness as you stand bound naked facing the St Andrews Cross. Your heart quickens as you hear the click of Mistress's heels as she approaches from out of the shadows. You strain to hear where she is. Since your eyes are rendered useless by the silk black blindfold that covers them. All of a sudden your body is covered in goosebumps when you feel her breath as she leans in and whispers in your ear "Are you ready slave?" All you can do is moan from behind the ball gag that has been put in your mouth to soften the noise you are bound to make shortly as your punishment begins. You roll your head as she traces her finger over you back slowly descending until she rubs her hand over your ass cheeks, causing your cock to swell trying to break free of its imprisonment in that cursed cage you have had to wear for a month. You hear her heels click a couple of time as she moves into position behind you. Then silence grips the room and the only sound present is the clock on the wall going, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick and the pounding of your heart threatens to deafen you. The moment feels like an eternity as you clench your body anticipating that first stinging blow. Then confusion engulfs you as your body relaxes to the gentle massaging tickles of the flogger's tentacles cascading over your naked back and ass. It almost feels like a mother's loving embrace. Then once again nothing. Your breath quickens as you clench up yet again............ Well you get the idea friend I think you're in for a great experience with your punishment or will it be a funishment.

Beware of shortcuts



Sometimes we do things before we think. I have been blogging for about 10 months now for Mistress. In that time, I have made my share of spelling mistakes. Mistress has been very patient with me and has suggested a program to help me with editing. Well as I have mentioned I am starting a new contract this month. One of the stipulations mentioned was there is NO tolerance for spelling or grammar errors. With the use of the editing program, I was doing ok with staying on top of spelling errors. Then on New Years morning the first day of the new contract, I wrote a post welcoming SubPaul60 to being collared by Mistress Cassidy. Easy enough one would think. I did. So, I wrote it out in the blog program instead of the editing program. Big, big mistake. For the entire post, I was right on target. No errors. Then near the end, I mention SubPaul60 again. Only this time I spelled Sub with a (d). Small, innocent no big deal. Wrong. A mistake is a mistake and I signed a contract with a no tolerance to it. Yes, Mistress spotted it, and yes it was in my opinion sternly pointed out, as it should be. So, I am writing this post to admit my mistake. Also, to acknowledge that there are consequences for taking shortcuts. Now because of that action, I was swiftly given my first punishment of the year not even 24 hours in. The detail of the punishment I will go into in the next blog when I tell you about the experience. What I will say is this, Mistress has assigned something that I cannot shortcut, and will not soon forget. You could say the first contract was my honeymoon into being a slave, and that time is now over, and stupid avoidable mistakes will no longer be tolerated.

Welcome Sub Paul

Well it is New Years Day of 2018 and as you know I start my year of enslavement to Mistress Cassidy. But I won't be alone on this journey though. If you check Mistress Cassidy Fetlife profile you will see that there is another name following Mistress and Owner of............ listed. With the blessing of Mistress Cassidy I am please to introduce SubPaul60. I have not ask SubPaul60 how long his contract to Mistress is, nor do I believe it is any of my business. But as long as he is in service to Mistress Cassidy I plan to get to know him well. One of SubPaul60 task was to read and comment on a variety of my blog post. I invite you to check those post and read his comments. If you would like to get to know SubPaul, why not looking him up on FetLife  and  his username is SubPaul60. So Hello SubPaul60 Happy New Year and here's to getting to knowing you.

Bye
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