tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334010632011-06-08T06:24:27.066ZWho am I? Where am I from? All valid questions. My name is insignificant. My place of birth is insignificant. All that is important is that I am Hers. I exist for one purpose and one purpose only. To serve Her.Hersnoreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1167266854661902972006-12-28T00:29:00.000Z2006-12-28T00:47:34.676Z

"Put them away. NOW" She spat. The new ball gag and flail whip were stuffed into my overnight bag. "Faster slut" She said "I'll count down". When She reached zero and I had still not finished, She became more angry. By the time I had lain next to Her, She had reached -7. She grabbed my hair and forced my gaze to meet Hers. "When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately slut. That was not

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1164458351305784192006-11-25T12:07:00.000Z2006-11-25T12:39:11.446Z

My night began in the same way it always does. My Mistress put me to bed, locking me into my collar. As the padlock clicked shut I felt an overwhelming sense of security and ownership. Mistress kissed my forehead and gave my nipple a tweak (it was already sore from the chains She had hung from it for 2 minutes earlier that evening). She bade me goodnight and I settled down for what I thought

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1163960078020456952006-11-19T18:03:00.000Z2006-11-19T18:14:38.030Z

So why has it been so long? there are many reasons. Two months ago, Mistress was gracious enough to allow Her slave to move in with Her. For the past few months I have been too caught up in the lifestyle of being Hers to really be able to do anything else. I have also begun a new job, which takes up so much of my time.Since I was last with you, I have made the biggest move of my life. From the

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1158965967383725632006-09-22T22:58:00.000Z2006-10-07T15:11:21.600Z

“Off to bed now slut.” Her words cut through me like a hot knife through butter.“Yes Mistress,” I reply with my eyes lowered out of respect and fear.“As you’ve been a good slut today, I’ll even tuck you in,” She said.This is the affectionate way She describes putting me to bed. When I have finished brushing my teeth and everything else I need to do before bed, I report to my Mistress’ room where

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1158016022664818402006-09-11T23:05:00.000Z2006-09-11T23:07:02.676Z

I went out for dinner to celebrate my sister's engagement tonight, we went to the pizza hut in town with our parents and her new fiance. As I sat there, I was painfully aware that I smelled like a filthy little whore.Here's why, for the last week or so I have been under punishment from Mistress for orgasming without permission. Today my punishment was over and Mistress used me as She used to for

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1157462378127215392006-09-05T13:08:00.000Z2006-09-05T13:19:38.150Z

I have been very bad. I failed my Mistress' test. I know that I will be punished later for what I did. Mistress chose to use me today by sexually teasing me. By this I mean that She brought me to the point of orgasm over and over again and did not let me cum. Because of my weakness I was only able to stand this 7 times before an orgasm slipped away from me. I felt the rush up my shaft as cum

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1157369907775270562006-09-04T11:29:00.000Z2006-09-04T11:38:27.816Z

Last night I took my slave out for a night on the town.he was reluctant to go, but I ordered that we went to Wetherspoon's in town and had a two-course meal.After the meal, I decided that we would go up to the reservoirs and have sex in the back of the car. slave did not want to do this as he was ashamed of being seen naked and engaged in sex with his Mistress in public. For me, it only added

Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17500567177107619805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1156865275159270352006-08-29T15:27:00.000Z2006-09-05T01:37:36.550Z

Today I have been mind fucked. I feel completely used by my Mistress, damaged and broken. I feel like I have no will of my own and like there is no-one in the world that loves me. I feel abandoned by everyone around me. I was told to write this so soon after it happened that I could not actually type, I was paralysed with fear.Yesterday I did not see Mistress at all because She was at work all

Hersnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1156776875086787962006-08-28T14:53:00.000Z2006-08-28T14:54:35.100Z

This one happened some time ago, but it had such a profound emotional effect on me that I thought I would share it with you.Today Mistress and I had the house to ourselves. Mistress liked this a lot, She had me cook her lunch then took me upstairs to use for her pleasure.With a chain running between the headboard and my collar, and my hands tied to the other end of the headboard, Mistress caned

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1156760195825731762006-08-28T10:09:00.000Z2006-08-28T10:16:35.836Z

Last night Mistress taught me a lesson in submission and humility. She took a lot of time to tell me that I was her property and that without her I was nothing. She also forced me to submit to her many times throughout the evening.She did this by pulling my head back by my hair and whispering in my ear, commenting on the tag I wear round my neck, a symbol of my slavery to her. She told me to

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1156678662543782062006-08-27T11:35:00.000Z2006-08-27T11:37:42.553Z

These are the rules by which I am expected to live. They are not easy at times, but they are what She has set down for me.1 BASIC RULES OF ENSLAVEMENTAs a slave, you are the property and therefore reflection of your Mistress. This means that you will have already accepted, and followed, these simple rules: 1 You will make your Mistress’ will your own. 2

Hersnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33401063.post-1156635411682609122006-08-26T23:36:00.000Z2006-08-27T20:13:08.713Z

I want to begin by telling you a little bit about how I come to be writing this now. Jumping right in at the deep end. I am a slave. I am bound in service to a woman whom I can only call Mistress. Before you call the police I must inform you that I am a slave by choice. Not for sexual reasons, although that is a part of my service to Her, but so that I may become a better person in the long

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