Charles had been really annoying me lately and caught me last week in a very compromising position with another man.

To get my own back on this peeping tom type behaviour, I thought I’d set Charles up and make him watch me seduce and fuck yet another man.

I got out my little black book of very sexy and very well hung young male friends and chose Paul. Paul was a lovely fuck, at just 26, he was very fit indeed and had a very large cock. Having such a large cock would make Charles insanely jealous.

I called Paul and told him to be at my house for 8pm, just after Charles gets back from playing golf.

Paul arrived dead on time and looked absolutely gorgeous. Charles wandered what on earth he was doing here and gave me some very quizzical looks. I took Charles upstairs and said that I’d organised a threesome with Paul. He seemed a little happier that I’d told him this….though it was a lie.

When we walked into the bedroom, I told Charles to take off his clothes and to sit on the Chaise longue which I’d moved so that it was facing the bed. When he’d sat down, I tied his arms behind his back and to one of the bed posts so that he couldn’t get away.

I made him wait there while I went downstairs to get Paul.

When I saw Paul, he had already taken off his clothes and was standing, naked and waiting for me with a stonking great hard on. He made me instantly excited and I could feel my pussy getting very wet indeed.

Before we went upstairs, Paul gave me a very sexy, passionate kiss and slid my dress over my head and took off my bra. We spent a few minutes on the stairs unable to take our hands off one another. We laughed as we heard Charles upstairs getting very impatient and wandering where we’d got to and what we were doing without him!

We hurried upstairs to have a good laugh at Charles. We saw him waiting with a stiffy. He was stiff for him anyway. His willy was now around 3 inches long……pathetic!! Oh we laughed!!

It was then that Charles realised that he was there just to be jeered at. He could see Paul’s great big hard cock and he looked very embarrassed indeed, and quite rightly so. I decided that the ultimate in humiliation would be for me to suck and ride on Paul’s enormous cock right there and then on ‘our bed’ for him to watch.

We didn’t fuck for long, but I made sure that Charles got some fabulous close ups of Paul’s gigantic rod entering my soaking wet pussy and as he came, he spurted his load right inside my mouth. I made sure that we were just inches away from Charles so that he could see every last drop of Paul’s spunk go down my throat.

I could see Charles may just have well of been in tears he was that gutted by what he’d just witnessed, but that’ll serve him right for being such peeping tom. He needs to realise that I need to fuck well endowed men. How on earth does he expect me to survive on his cock…or whould I say willy….alone.

Paul made some fantastically funny jibes regarding my husdands pathetic looking penis while I couldn’t have but laugh hysterically. I untied Charles and told him and his silly floppy willy to fuck off out of my sight. Before Paul left, I couldn’t resist sucking his beautiful cock just one last time before I retired for the night. Before I fell asleep that night, I spent a good while on my back laughing at the though of Charles’ soppy face while his wife was sucking a stunning young stud off right in front of him!!!

Charles was away on a business trip and I was going to take a much needed day off. I had in mind a spot of sunbathing in the garden since it had been so nice lately but I woke up to big black rain clouds!

I should have guessed the weather wouldn’t stay nice for long.

Now, what would I occupy myself with instead?

I had been on lots of shopping trips lately, a lot of trips to the beauty salon, I’d had my hair done yesterday and all my close friends seemed to be on holiday at the same time!

I had a long, hot shower and got dressed in my riding gear. I decided to go and check out the horses after breakfast.

It was now absolutely pouring with rain, so I couldn’t ride my favourite horse, but I could perhaps ride my favourite stablehand??!

I went down to the stables to see if Luke was around. Luke was there and he was looking as handsome as ever. Luke’s a stunning, very well hung 27 year old who just happens to love me sucking his cock.

Luke was very pleased to see me as he was the only stablehand working today and as soon as he saw me, he got a massive great hard on.

Neither Luke or I said a word, he unzipped his jeans and I got straight on my knees and popped his lovely thick cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked up and down his cock until he couldn’t hold off anymore. He pulled down my jodhpurs and quickly unbuttoned my white shirt. I was wearing nothing underneath which excited Luke even more and hastily he stuffed my aching pussy with his huge cock.

Now that was much better than sunbathing in the garden. It was exciting to be fucking a very sexy guy on the floor of the stables when you could hear the rain pouring down outside. No one was likely to interrupt us, so we spent all day fucking and getting up to some wonderfully dirty things.

The next time It’s raining and I’m looking for something to do, I need look no further than popping to the stables for a good ride.

Since the weather has been so lovely recently, I thought I would make the most of it and sunbathe in my landscaped garden. Charles was away on business so it was just me in the house…..or so I thought.

I had a leisurely breakfast on the terrace and read the daily newspapers and then decided to take a walk around the garden before I was to settle for the rest of the day bathing in the hot sunshine.

I must admit, we have one of the best gardens in the area. I don’t know much about gardening as we have gardeners who do a fabulous job of looking after the place. I thought I was home alone this particular day, but as I strolled around the garden, I spotted one of my gardeners hard at work.

His name is Paul and a very nice young guy. He’s only 27 and he has a fantastic body, he’s tanned from working outdoors and loves to show off his muscular physique while working without a top on.

I walked up to him to say hi and told him that if he needed any refreshments, to help himself from the house. We had a brief chat and then I left him to get on with whatever he was doing.

I got out a sunlounger from the summer house and took off my beach dress. I lay down in my bikini bottoms and relaxed in the sunshine. I was there for quite some time and I think I dozed off for a bit as I was feeling so relaxed. I turned over to tan my pert bottom in the sunshine and opened my eyes for a split second. In the distance, I could see Paul looking very hot and sweaty and in need of a little pampering.

I popped into the house and came back out with an ice cold beer for Paul and a glass of Champagne for me. I handed the beer to Paul who was very grateful for my offering and we sat down on the soft grass to chat. He didn’t bat an eyelid at me sitting there in nothing but my bikini bottoms. I think he had seen it all before and it was expected of me!

We had a good giggle about one of the other gardeners who was about 70 and refused to retire. I had presumed he just wanted to keep on working because he’d be one of those people who gets bored not working but Paul said he only works because he likes to see me in my garden when I sunbathe! Anyway, we had a good giggle about that and I said I would give him a little more to get excited about in that case!

Paul said I not only excited the other gardener but I excited him as well and he told me of a couple of occasions when he’d spotted me in the garden and how he would have loved to have taken advantage of me but didn’t because Charles always seemed to be around.

He then told me he thought I had wonderful breasts and he would love to get his hands on them. Well, how could I refuse such a gorgeous young hunk a little feel of my DD’s?!?

I took his hand and led him into my kitchen. I cracked open another beer and handed it to him and I got on my knees to get a feel of his hard cock. I unzipped his ripped jeans and out popped a huge cock. He was very excited for me and as I sucked him, he grew harder and harder. He gulped down his cold beer and then grabbed my DD’s in his manly hands and as he did so, he spurted a huge load of cum right down into my throat. Didn’t take much to get him excited did it?

He then pulled down my bikini bottoms and pushed me onto my kitchen table and forced his massive cock right inside my tight wet pussy. He fucked me really good and hard and I had an amazing orgasm. He pulled out his cock just before he was about to cum thrust it inside my mouth. I then swallowed his last load of spunk. I am so glad I went out for that walk in my garden today, as I would never have spotted Paul working. I am also very grateful that I have discovered yet another young, very well hung stud to fuck!

I decided to sack my useless slave for a much better model. I found a lovely, hung black cock who was more than willing to become my sex slave.

My new hung friend said he would do anything I wanted and would be more than happy to spend all day long fucking me and pleasuring me.

Well so far, he was doing a fantastic job. He arrived at my house dead on 9am which was a little after Charles left for work. He ran me a bubble bath and afterwards he gave me an all over massage which left me feeling very horny. While he was massaging my naked, oiled body, his cock became very hard indeed and I was loving what I saw.

I instructed that he was to strip and fuck me there and then with his lovely thick black cock. We fucked on the floor of my bathroom and then fucked on my four poster bed. He fucked me from behind which gave me orgasm after orgasm and it was then that I realised that I needed a slave like him that would do everything he could for me to pleasure me and fuck me until I didn’t need to be fucked anymore.

We spent all day fucking and I loved being pleasured by him. He licked and sucked on my clitoris and was a pure gentleman and other times fucked me hard like a whore. When I needed to be doing other things around the house, we’d finish fucking and I would go off and do whatever needed to be done and while I was otherwise engaged, he would be making my lunch or pouring me champagne or giving me a foot massage before we fucked some more.

When Charles arrived home from work, he left me to have a long soak in the bath while he cooked the dinner. While Charles and I ate, he would be getting on with other household chores and when we had finished, he would clear away after us.

Charles was out that evening with friends from the office, so my new slave and I retired for the evening to continue fucking! Now that’s what I call a slave.

I had told my slave many times that to be late for anything is one of the ultimate sins. He was instructed by myself that he needed to be on time for all appointments however important they may or may not be.

I told him he was to arrive at my house at 915am precisely. He was to drive me into town for the day while I get my hair done, and I visit the beauty salon.

He arrived at 925am. I was livid. We drove straight out to avoid any further delays but as soon as we reached home again, I decided that he should receive his punishment.

I took him straight down to the dungeon where I ordered him to strip off. Once fully clothed, I ordered him to bend over the bench and wait to receive his punishment. I made him wait for ages, shivvering with no clothes on and wandering what I may do to him. He looked hideous there with his backside in the air.

I walked around the room shouting at him and cursing him for being late. I finally went up to him and spanked him hard with a black leather paddle.

He kept apologising for being late and he kept telling me time and time again that he wouldn’t be late again but I’d heard it all before and was so tired of shouting about it.

I decided that after a few more whacks and a little cock torture that I would lock him up in the dungeon and he could spend the night there thinking over his problems.

I left him there, red arsed and sorry faced and naked. I untied him and pushed him to the floor and explained he would be there for the night.

I had security cameras down there so I could check on him every now and then. When I first checked him, he must have been so exhausted that I saw him fast asleep in the corner of the room seeking warmth from a radiator which I must have left on by mistake.

Through the evening I checked on him and he looked thoroughly miserable. That would certainly teach him a lesson.

In the morning, I woke up and my maid brought me breakfast in bed. Charles had already left for the office so I had a lovely time chilling out alone with a great continental breakfast and then a hot bubble bath.

I finally went downstairs to check on the slave and he was asleep again by the radiator with an old horse blanket around him. I sat there for a while watching…..should I let him out??

I decided recently that I needed to sort out my shoe collection. I needed to create some space for some recently purchased shoes and I also wanted to get rid of some shoes that I no longer wear.

I found at least 20 pairs which I really would never wear again and don’t know why I have kept them this long. I put them aside and had my slave take them down to a local charity shop for me.

I made good use of the newly found shoe space and stored my lovely new heels in place of the old ones.

I had a count up of all my shoes and it totalled a huge 240 pairs…..how many pairs of shoes did Imelda Marcos own? I must be her rival.

I put all my shoes in colour order and not designer order which is how they were, and that was my job finished. Perfect, I would now know where to find every pair of shoes.

When my slave arrived home, I told him his next chore was to clean every single shoe to perfection. He knew I had lots of pairs of shoes but I think he was a little shocked to find I’d counted 240 pairs.

I went downstairs into the basement and found a large plastic box full of different shoe treatments and polishes and brushes and cloths and handed them to my slave.

He put a plastic sheet down on the carpet, sat down and began cleaning my shoes.

I made myself comfortable with a lovely hot drink and a huge pile of glossy magazines and relaxed whilemy slave set to work on my precious shoes.

I had to look up every now and then to check on his work and had to be sure he was cleaning my shoes to perfection.

I went back to reading my magazines and around an hour later, looked up again to check on his progress. He was cleaning them beautifully which was lucky for him or he’d be in serious trouble. But, he’d been cleaning and polishing for an hour and a half and only managed to clean 6 pairs.

I had to stop him to gee him on a little bit. After all, I didn’t have all bloody day to sit around and supervise him.

I ordered him up off the floor, I made him take his trousers down and bend over the chaise longue.

I took a riding crop out of my cupboard and gave him a good hard thrashing and made his arse red and very sore. He was just able to pull his trousers back over his arse but he certainly couldn’t sit down again.

Anyway, he started working on my shoes again after being warned to get a move on.

Six hours later, slave was sweating like a pig and was absolutely exhausted. Finally, he had finished cleaning my shoe collection. I inspected every single pair. Lucky for him, he had done a fabulous job, not that I told him that.

He was shattered, he looked like he might fall asleep at any moment, but then I realised that I had more shoes than I originally thought…..what about all my knee high boots, and  my riding boots! I counted 12 pairs of riding boots and 30 pairs of knee high boots.

I gave my slave a glass of water which he gratefully accepted and just when he thought he could go home, I pointed to a cupboard in my spare room.

He opened the cupboard doors and there in front of him were the boots I had forgotten about!!!!

I have this girlfriend I have known for years. She’s called Jayne and is 40 years old. She’s very attractive and has a good figure but she is really insecure and I don’t know about you, but I find people that are insecure like this is a real turn off. She’s constantly seeking others’ approval and is always worried about what she looks like and how people perceive her.

Now I sound like I’m slagging her off, I’m really not, but this is what comes across about her when you get to know her. Aside her looks and figure, she is a really sweet person but needs to toughen up a bit.

She came over last night and we had a meal together and got very drunk. We were up till 2am drinking Charles’ Champagne and discussing everything! She has not got a man in her life at the moment and she decided she would make it her personal mission to find one and also she said she had decided to get some confidence back into her life. This won’t go amiss and I’m sure it’ll help her find a good man.

The past few months, she has had a few flings and she has definitely shagged a few gorgeous guys but between us we decided she needed a good session of being dominated by someone like me.

Now this could be fun and she could learn a lot from this exercise. I would whip her and chain her up and threaten her with verbal abuse and everntually she’d realise that It was no good to be so insecure.

I had told her to come back over to my house the following weekend while Charles is not around to interfere and I would set to work on her. I told her to arrive at 9pm and dressed in nothing but heels and a mac.

Anyway, she arrived dead on time and I ushered her to my dungeon where I had set out my fabulous fucking machine and some lube and a couple of riding crops.

I had her take off her mac and bend over the leather couch. I gave her a long talking to and I whipped her behind until she was red raw and couldn’t take anymore. She had raised red welt marks on her pert behind and was definitely ready for my fucking machine.

I told her to stand and then suck the massive dildo on the fucking machine so that it was wet enough to take her pussy. I instructed her to sit on the fucking machine and be prepared for the greatest fuck of her life. I started the machine off slowly at first and then gradually turned up the power so that it got faster and harder and fucked her like no one had fucked her before. She was moaning with delight but begging me to slow the fucking machine down. With that, I turned it up to it’s full speed and had it fuck her until she orgasmed.

She had been fucked so well that she was dripping with sweat and her pussy was soaking wet. She was breathless and had totally forgotten about her sore behind.

I think that now that she has had her brains fucked out, she’ll be a more confident lady. She obviously has not experienced a great fuck like that before. I tell her that her prescription is to come to my dungeon once a week to get a good fucking and before long, she’ll be fine and ready to take on anything.

Now, I’ve been thinking for a while that I may have a breast enlargement. I decided to book an appointment to see a surgeon at a London clinic to discuss possibilities.

I got ready to go to London and made sure I looked my best. Charles was ready and waiting in the Bentley to drive me to London and he was getting impatient. He tooted the horn a couple of times which I decided to ignore. I was still deliberating over which heels to wear.

I finally got into the car and we drove to London for my consultation.

We arrived at the clinic and I went on in while I instructed Charles to wait in the car. I did not need his input.

I was called in to the surgeon’s office. I walked in and saw my surgeon sitting behind a lovely big leather topped desk. He was young and very good looking.

I sat opposite him and he pulled out some notes and we discussed my possible boob op.

After spending a while talking, the surgeon asked me if I would strip to the waist so that he could see how my breasts looked and felt at the moment.

It was cold so my nipples quickly got very erect. The surgeon walked over and cupped his soft hands over both my breasts. He had a really good, close look at my breasts and seemed to really be enjoying his ‘work.’

While he was getting to know my breasts, I could see he was getting excited. His cock was getting harder by the second and my knickers were getting very, very wet.

The surgeon next took out a black felt pen and started marking out lines on my breasts and was talking to me about implant sizes. I wasn’t really listening and all I could think about was sucking his hard cock.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and basically told the surgeon that I was going to seduce him then and there. I pushed him back so that he was leaning up against his desk. He looked a bit shocked but certainly very accepting of this situation I’d put him in.

I took off his surgeon’s coat and unbuttoned his trousers. I got onto my knees and pulled out his cock. He was very pleased to be in my grasp! He was huge and I didn’t hesitate before getting my lips around it.

While I was sucking on his huge cock, the surgeon was sizing up my breasts again and it was then I decided to give him the tit wank he deserved. I slid his cock between my DD’s and gave him a huge amount of pleasure. It didn’t take him long to spurt his load all over my chest and neck. When the cum had finished oozing out of his thick cock, I rubbed it all over my chest and then made his watch me masturbate until I orgasmed.

By the time I left the surgeon’s office, neither of us knew what my future plans regarding a breast enlargement envolved but the surgeon did tell me that I had the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

I had been gone a couple of hours by the time I got back to the car and Charles was really getting really agitated that I’d been gone so long.

Charles asked me what I’d been doing for all that time and my obvious reply was that I was discussing a breast operation. He asked me what my plans were and whether I had made any decisions.

I told him that I planned to go back for a further consultation as I had not yet made up my mind on what to do for the best. As I said this and Charles pulled away from the clinic, I noticed a trace of spunk on my skirt…..wonder if Charles spotted it too??

I had a dinner party last night and my slave was the butler/maid/entertainer and slave for the entire evening. He also did all the preparation for the dinner party and all the clearing up afterwards. He did a fantastic job I have to say and only made a couple of mistakes. He will pay for these mistakes though, I just need to work out some suitable punishments.

My slave had to shop and prepare a three course meal for 10 of us, serve us drinks and dinner in a sliver service fashion and clear away after us. Throughout the day he had to wear ladies clothing and high heels and full make up and at night, he had to change into a little black and white apron which just fitted round his waist, and a pair of shiny black stilettos.

This was of course very entertaining in itself without even having put on ‘the entertainment’. After dinner, He had to sing us some caberet songs and do some dancing for us and then serve us brandy and petit fours while still wearing nothing but his little apron.

It was hilarious because we would just get more and more intoxicated and poke fun at him throughout and if we caught him glaring at any of the ladies in a sexual way, we’d casually nudge him in the groin telling him what a silly little willy he had and how girly he looked in his high heels.

I would have loved to have seen him walking round the shops actually in his ladies clothes and full make up but I couldn’t be bothered to go. He would have just ended up trying to hide behind me and cowering if he got shy. People must have found him hilarious, he looked like a terribly dressed drag act.

He did well getting everything I asked for for the dinner party and he was very good at preparing the meal and making sure everything was going according to plan. Even the cabaret was good and we all found him entertaning.

The only thing he did do wrong really was to keep on gawping at the ladies cleavages and also I noticed he kept dropping things. I would see him drop something then get onto the floor to pick it up. While he was on the floor, he would look up the nearest ladies skirt.

A few times he did this and I kept noticing him with a hard on. So he had to punished for this reason.

After we had finished our brandies and petit fours, I ushered all my guests into the living room. I pushed my slave onto the chaise longue and tied him to it. I explained to him and all my guests what I had observed him doing throughout the evening and said that I would punish him accordingly.

I took of his little maids apron and left his stilettos on. I shouted at him for being a dirty little pervert and told him to repeat everyting I said. He must have felt such a fool in front of all these people.

The now all knew that he had been peeping at them from under the table and we all happy to join in with the punishment. I would pull hard on his balls and hit his cock hard until it becamse softer than you have ever seen a cock. I tormented him and teased him and my girlfriends all teased him by putting their tits in his face and then hitting him as hard as they could and saying he was a dirty, digusting little perverted shit.

We all took it in turns to hit his pathetic little willy and then when he thought I had finished with him, I bit into his balls, hard. He squealed like a baby and promised he would never perv at my dinner party guests again.

My slave is due to visit me tomorrow at 9am sharp.

I have thought of some things that will occupy him for the entire day. He will be me for the day, and do absolutely everything that I usually do at home.

First of all, as I have no maid for the day, he will come in and run me a bubble bath. I will bathe and relax while he gets on with a few household chores.

Some of his chores will include: washing and drying the dishes from breakfast, thoroughly cleaning my kitchen and then finishing the pile of ironing that the maid didn’t get a chance to finish yesterday.

He will then pass me some fluffy white towels for me to dry myself with after my lovely long bubble bath. He can then very carefully apply some body lotion and make sure I am perfectly moisturised all over. He must do this without getting a hard on.

When he has done this, and if he is successful and doesn’t need a beating for getting a hard on, he can put all the ironing away that he did earlier and wait for me to get dressed.

I will then give him some jodhpurs and some riding boots and he will get changed into these ready to go down to the stables to help my stablehands muck out the horses.

I will get the stablehands to call me when he has finished so that I can go and inspect his work. While he’s helping to muck out the horses, I am going to paint my nails and read some magazines and perhaps write a few e-mails.

If he does well down at the stables, he can come back into the house, shower and then prepare my lunch. If he hasn’t done a good job and the stablehands are unhappy with his work, he will be punished accordingly.

When he has made my lunch, which I think will be a lovely fresh Greek Salad, he may watch me eat. (without salivating in front of me) And then he can wash up after lunch perhaps then he can pop to the shops and pick up something for dinner for Charles and I.

I think we’ll have fillet steak tonight along with a good bottle of red wine. I will state on my shopping list exactly what I want and he must bring back every item on the list. He must bring me the correct weight of fillet steak too and the exact bottle of wine and not come home until he has found everything.

Of course I will make this task extra difficult by adding some very exotic items to the list which I know he will struggle to find. If he doesn’t bring back everything I ask for, there will be hell to pay.

Now, if he brings me absolutely everything on my list, he may come home and set the dining table ready for dinner, he may prepare as much of the dinner as possible and make sure the wine is at it’s correct temperature.

He will then watch me relax in the jacuzzi and get ready for a lovely dinner with Charles. I shall have him fetch my new dress from the wardrobe and dress me, he will bring me a glass of Sancerre or perhaps a little glass of Champagne and then Run a bath for Charles, ready for when he comes in from work.

Charles will get ready for our dinner together and slave will start cooking our steaks. Charles and I will sit at the dining table ready to be served dinner and slave will serve us until we are finished. He may then clear away and leave.

If after the slave has gone, he has made any mistakes or done anything incorrectly or forgotten to do something or if he cooked the steak incorrectly, I shall call him to come back in the morning for his punishment.

I shall let you know exactly how the day went and how he got on.

I decided it was high time to seek revenge on my slave.

The last time he was here, I had him worship my legs and my feet and while he was attempting this very simple task, he made a huge mistake….. he basically got more than heavy handed and made a huge ladder in my very expensive fully fashioned stockings.

He left with a flea in his ear and I promised myself I would get my revenge the next time.

He arrived bang on time. 1pm was the agrees time. I ushered him down to my dungeon and did not say a word. He would do everything I said.

I pointed with my newly painted red finger nails to the bench in the middle of the dungeon and told him to sit.

He sat and listened to every word I said. I explained that when he was last here he ruined my expensive stockings and that he would pay for them today. He nodded and said ‘yes, mistress, anything you say, mistress.’

I began by forcing him to strip so that he was completely naked. He was instructed to fold his clothes and put them on top of the shelf behind him. I made him wait a couple of minutes, naked while I humiliated him by taking the piss out of his feeble looking body. I poked fun at his so called manhood and turned him round for a spanking.

I had just purchased a lovely new riding crop so I thought I’d have a quick whack of his arse. 50 whacks he got, each one more painful than the last. Then when I had finished that, I made him sit on his red and very sore behind.

I then produced a carrier bag full of really tacky, girly stuff. The kind of stuff some girls might wear on a hen party, really garish fluffy, glittery prissy pink stuff. I handed the clothing to the slave one by one and made him dress. First he had to put on a pair of pink fluffy panties which I knew would look absolutely hideous on him. They were partially see through so you would see his little cock inside them looking very squashed and sad.

He then had to put on a pink leotard and a pink tutu, a pair of pink fishnet tights and a pair of pink glittery high heels. He was starting to look like a very poorly dressed drag queen but with out the make up. Every now and then I would tell him to get a move on and dress a bit quicker.

I gave him a pink and silver plastic tiara and then I put on a load of tacky pink make up on him.

He looked a real silly little girl. I called him by his new name ‘Daisy’ and took a few photos. I sent the photos to a couple of mates of mine who text me back laughing hysterically at the slave in fancy dress.

When I got bored, I handed him a feather duster and made him dust every inch of my dungeon in his silly girly outfit and poorly applied make up and the silly heels which he kept falling over in.

If he made any mistakes or missed a bit, I would simply whack his behind with my new riding crop.

I soon had other things to be getting on with so I decided to leave him down there cleaning while I went upstairs to put my feet up with a good magazine. I think this was quite a good form of revenge don’t you?

I was sitting in my dungeon, waiting for my slave, he was so far 5 minutes late. I waited a further 5 minutes and was getting very cross indeed.

At 10 past 12 my slave enters my dungeon and apologises profusely for being late.

He was meant to arrive at 12pm to pleasure me and for being late, he would pay.

‘Strip and get on your knees!’ I shouted at him very loudly. I watched him take off his clothes and I could see him shaking with nerves. He knealt in front of me and looked pathetic, all naked with his floppy little willy dangling between his legs and nervously anticipating his punishment.

‘I asked you to be here at exactly midday! What’s your feeble excuse?’

He almost started sobbing and said he was sorry, he got stuck on the motorway in a long queue of traffic.

I slapped him across the face, one cheek then the other and told him never to be late again, I also told him that I do not accept feeble excuses and that every order I command, I expect to be obeyed.

He was cowering like a silly puppy dog when I made him stand. I reached out for my whip and made him bend over the bench. He bent over and I got the perfect view of his stupid white arse. I whipped him with such fury, I could see his face contort in sheer agony but that only made me punish him further.

I was becoming very wet indeed and I needed to be pleasured. ‘Whipping you makes me very randy I told him and now It is my turn to be pleasured.

I sat in front of the slave and spread my legs. I pulled aside my red knickers and exposed my wet, shaven pussy.

I made my slave smell my wet pussy and to sit and watch me masturbate. I had made him very, hard while he was watching me and I could see his cock leaking pre-cum. I got out a very large black dildo and began to fuck my very willing pussy. I forced him to wank his cock until he was ready to cum.

I could see he was ready to shoot his load and instructed he spunk on my heels. I made him clean my heels with his tongue and lick off every last drop of spunk while I finished fucking my aching pussy with my huge dildo.

I have just finished a foot worship video clip for my website and I absolutely loved doing it. I wore some very sexy brand new stockings and a gorgeous pair of killer heels.

I had worn the stockings for one of my member’s who had recently sent them in for me. They were an Italian brand of fully fashioned stockings with a seam and they were very expensive. If they were a cheap brand, I wouldn’t have worn them, I’d would of sent them straight back.

I wore them with one of my favourite black suspender belts and a very long skirt which I very naughtily kept hitching up so that my members got a good look at my pussy.

I love talking to my members through the camera so that they feel I’m really talking to them so doing a video clip alone is quite a turn on. I love knowing that there are a lot of men watching me with very hard cocks.

I start the video wearing my black stiletto heels and when I take them off, I like to show my stocking clad feet and my painted toenails through the silky fabric. I look right into the camera lense and get the right attention by telling, not asking to do exactly as I say. I make sure I get my feet worshipped in every way.

My toes get a good long sucking after being encased in very high heels all day long and they are very sweaty indeed. My feet get licked all over and sniffed so I can almost hear them being sniffed. I demand for the member watching to stop playing with his cock as I know that’s exactly what he is doing.

I love to throw obscenities and insults at the members just so that they are reminded who their boss is.

I love to make them do things for me to make mee feel good and that makes them feel totally stupid and humiliated.

The camera is set to perfect angles so that the member watching gets the best view possible and can see close up shots of how delicate the stockings are and I remind them that they need to be careful so they don’t cause them to snag or ladder.

Every now and then, I just know the member watching me is staring straight up my skirt and trying to get a really good look at my pussy. I know he is desperate to know if I amwet or not and I know he is pretending to lick me and smell my juices.

I have to keep re-iterating the fact that he is a dirty little pervert and to concentrate on the tasks I give out and to not play with his cock under any circumstances.

I know that he’ll be wanking and I know that he wants to cum all over my sexy feet, so I tell him, that when he does, he needs to get down there and fucking clean the lot up so there is absolutely no sign of his spunk.

I thought I would tell you this fabulous story. It always puts a smile on my face! My friend Jasmine has never been faithful to her husband and he knows she has boyfriends left right and centre but this one is just such a great little story.

Jasmine had basically met this new boyfriend ‘Mark’ and he found her absolutely amazing and he’d have done anything for her. I don’t think he was really the submissive type, but for her he tried most things.

The only thing he never knew about Jasmine was that she was actually married and was just having some extra marital fun.

They’d gone out for the evening to have dinner and some drinks. She, as usual was dressed really provocatively and throughout dinner was turning Mark on by rubbing her stocking clad feet on his cock. He had become very hard indeed and it wasn’t long before she was practising oral sex on him under the table in the middle of the restaurant!

They had gone back to hers to finish what they’d started in the restaurant and Jasmine threw Mark onto her big, gothic, four poster bed. She did a sexy striptease in front of him and then removed her nylons. She tied his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed and used Mark as her sex toy.

She sat on his face while he licked her pussy until she orgasmed and she sat on his cock until he unloaded deep inside her. She then sat her arse on his cock and before you’d have known it, she made him cum again. His thick oozing spunk right up her tight arse.

They lay there for a while talking and while she smoked a cigarette before she fucked him again and when she had finished using him as her personal sex toy, she untied him and he was free to do whatever he wanted.

While he was getting ready to leave, he asked Jasmine what was in the big red Ottoman that was sitting at the bottom of her bed.

She said ‘Mark, meet my husband’ Paul, meet Mark. And with that, the lid of the big red Ottoman opened and the man called Paul said in return, ‘Nice to meet you sir’

Can you believe that was Jasmine’s husband. Fair play to her. He was totally submissive to her and did exactly as she wanted. He was then to stay in the big red Ottoman until she needed him to get out.

I am doing a photoshoot this afternoon and I thought I would tell you how I prepare for it.

The photoshoot will involve me torturing a slave, so I have to have all the equipment I need to hand.

I make sure that I feel good by having a long hot shower and taking the time to apply my make up perfectly. I like to keep the same look where possible so my make up is more or less the same everytime. I like to feel nice and smell good so I rub my favourite scented body lotion all over my body. If I haven’t been for a manicure or pedicure, I make sure my nails look good. The small details like this really make a difference.

I always pre-plan my outfits accordingly so make sure they are all laid out ready for me to put on. My shoes are always polished to perfection and I make my slave do this before the photoshoot.

Again, according to what kind of shoot I’m doing, I prepare the location . If It’s at home and get all my ‘toys’ ready.

Today the shoot is in my dungeon and It is pretty much ready for the shoot. I have a huge box there which is crammed full with whips, masks, riding crops, chains, dildos, paddles, canes, nipple clamps, you name it.

The plan today is to tie up the slave and to torture him by masturbating in front of him and if he gets a hard on, he’ll get a beating. I intend to use the nipple clamps on his nipples and probably on his cock too. I have a special paddle which is one of my favourites. The sound it makes when It hits an arse is phenomenal! I have a riding crop which I also love to use. I love making my slaves arse very very red wih whelt marks.

I lay out all the gadgets I think I’ll use for the shoot on a table and always make sure there is some lube to hand and also lipstick in case I need to re-apply. If I am wearing stockings, I always have a spare pair in case of any accidents.

I am lookimng forward to today’s shoot as I’ll be wearing one of my favourite outfits. It is a black leather, all in one catsuit which I’ll wear with a mask, bright red lips and killer heels.

Once I am ready and dressed, I make sure that the slave is dressed as I ask and all the cameras have been set up and the lighting is good and do a couple of tests shots before we begin.

Once we have finished the shoot, I will let you know how it went. If the slave doesn’t perform to my exact requirements, then I’ll have a different story to tell!

The last time I wrote, I told you all about my slave pampering me. Well, after making too many mistakes, I decided he was due a little beauty treatment all of his own.

I booked him in to my local beauty salon where he would have a full body wax and some make up applied.

We arrived at the salon a little early so that he had time to prepare for his treatments. I told him to strip off and put on some red high heels.

The salon owner had arranged for him to take the best couch in the house….which happened to be in the middle of the salon and in full view of all the other clients.

He lay on the couch, totally naked apart from his sexy red heels. I sat in a chair opposite and while he was about to be tortured, I was about to have a lovely relaxing manicure and pedicure while watching the entertainment! And boy was it entertaining! The beauty therapist started by waxing his legs. He was a hairy man so this was going to be painful.

Every strip of wax that was pulled off contained a lot of hair and on every strip being removed, my slave squealed and screamed in pain. It took ages as he was so hairy, but it was a great laugh to watch. I did shout at him a couple of times to keep the noise down because some of the other clients were trying to relax but they all found it hilarious and most were laughing so much they were close to tears!

He had his chest waxed and his back and he had his ball sacks and his crack waxed. He was a pathetic looking creature of a human being when it was all over and was as red as a beetroot!

He also had tears in his eyes from enduring such pain and humiliation. He was literally the laughing stock of the slaon and people walking by outside would look through the windows and laugh at what they could see!

It wasn’t finished there, While I was enjoying being pampered, the slave was re-assembled on the couch and another beauty therapist started on his make over. He looked such a sight, sitting there all naked and pathetic and all red and hairless wearing his red heels. His cock was tiny and pathetic looking too, dangling between his legs looking very sorry for itself.

At the end of his little transformation, slave was wearing thick make up and looked like a drag queen but to add insult to injury, the beauty therapist also waxed off his eyebrows and wrote ‘I am a cock’ in big letters in eyeliner on his forehead. Everyone in the salon was laughing at him and he looked and felt ridiculous!

Served him right though!! He now knows what to expect if he doesn’t do exactly what he is told.

It was a Friday and the end of the week and unfortunately for me and for my slave, my local beauty salon was fully booked.

I had had a really hectic week and was absolutely desperate for a massage, a manicure and pedicure and to relax for a while. I was so annoyed with myself for not making a booking earlier in the week but the time had just escaped me.

There was only one solution in my eyes, the slave had to pamper me at home.

I sent the slave out on a mission to find some delicious beauty products, some massage oils and some Chanel nail varnish. He would go into town and buy the things I requested, then comeback, change into a massage therapists uniform and beautify me until I was satisfied with the results.

While the slave was out, I had a long hot bath and then dressed in my comfy clothes and settled down with a huge pile of the latest magazines.

The slave arrived home and I went through all the things he had bought. Luckily for him, he had found everything on the list. I handed him the massage outfit and instruced he change and wash his hands and prepare to pamper me.

When he was ready, we went into my dressing room where I have a massage couch set up. I slipped out of my jogging bottoms to reveal my sexy little thongs and took off my top. I was’nt wearing a bra and I had to instruct the slave not to stare at my DD’s or he would be in for some serious punishment. I lay on the massage couch face down and intructed he massage my legs and my back and should I fall asleep, he must carry on until I wake up.

He started to massage my legs but his hands were so cold from being outside that I instructed he warm them up. I told him that he would be punished later for having cold hands but for now, to get on with my massage. Any other mistakes or wrong doings would also receive a punishment.

Well, the slave had suitably massaged my legs and my back and it was time for him to give me a manicure and a pedicure. He sat me up and gave me a glass of water and my pile of magazines and asked if there was anything else I needed.

For starters, the dirty pervert hadn’t given me anything to cover my DD’s and I could see him gawping at them. I told him that I needed to be passed my top so that I didn’t have to sit exposed with him staring at me. I explained that I thought he was a disgusting little pervert and I would put staring at my DD’s on the list of punishments.

He apologised and passed me my top and said he would not make any more silly mistakes and that he was sorry. I told him to shut up and get on with his job.

He gave me a manicure and a pedicure and my fingernails and my toenails looked absolutely perfect and I felt very relaxed. I decided I hadn’t finished being pampered so also told him he could give me a facial. I put down my magazines and lay back on the couch. I closed my eyes ready for him to apply a little aromatherapy oil to my face and to give me a nice massage and maybe exfoliate or apply a face mask.

I waited and nothing was happening. I shouted at him to hurry up and he immediately said he was sorry mistress Sonia and he was ready to start. I relaxed again and waited. I heard a zip being undone and a bit of fumbling and then I opened my eyes.

The dirty little pervert had pulled his cock loose from his trousers and he was wanking!!! What a cock. He thought I meant that kind of facial did he!!

That was that. I leapt to my feet and shouted at him for being so disgusting and so perverse.

I made him pull up his trousers and told him I no longer wanted a facial as he had made me feel quite sick. I told him he repulsed me and that his punishments had come early.

I bent him over the couch and I spanked his arse so hard my hand hurt. I read out the list of punishments and every punishment had a very hard whacking and I insulted him until he whimpered and had tears in his eyes.

I didn’t book another appointment with him, I booked an appointment with the beauty salon instead for my next treatment. I also booked the slave in for a little treatment of his own. I will tell you all about the slave’s special little treatment next time, you will think it’s hilarious. (he won’t, but It’ll serve him right won’t it!!!)

I was shopping in London for some sexy new shoes when I bumped into a member of my website. I was just about to walk into Harvey Nichols when this guy approached me and said hello to me. I had absolutely no idea who he was until he said he thought I was fantastic and that he was a member of my website. He said he’d always dreamed of meeting up with me and never thought he’d bump into me in such circumstances.

He was very pleasant and kept on and on paying me compliments and we had a huge discussion about the website. He suggested that If I had the time, we could have coffee together.

Normally I wouldn’t but he was quite an interesting guy and it was good to get feedback on the website and great to know what members generally thought about it.

Anyway, we had coffee together and it was ok and it’s nice to be complimented so much but I really had to get going. I told him that I had to go as I was here to specifically buy some new heels for the purpose of my website and I had to catch the 5pm train home which meant I really had to crack on.

He said he had a great time meeting me and would really like to buy me the shoes I was looking for. Well, I could tell he was very well off and I obviously said that would be very generous. (I didn’t tell him they were Christian Louboutins at this point)

So, he came along with me to my favourite shoe shop and said he was in absolute heaven watching me try on the heels and that buying me the shoes was a small price to pay for being in my company and watching my slender feet slip into the sexy heels and he said he was absolutely privileged to see my long legs which were encased in my fully fashioned stockings.

It was great to have found this member who was about to pay for a pair of £600 heels but he was now getting so over the top with his compliments that I thought he deserved a good spanking.

He handed over his credit card and paid for the beautiful Louboutins and asked if he could see me again.

I told him that I probably would not see him again unless he wanted to buy me more shoes and I said I really had to be going but because he was acting like such an arse licking little weasel I said I had to give him a good thrashing before I left to get the train.

I took him into the nearest public toilet, went into a ladies cubicle and bent him over the toilet. I pulled down his jeans and I told him that if he made any kind of whimper, I would put his head into the toilet water and flush the chain.

I took off the belt from my Burberry mac and I hit him as hard as I could. I hit him 20 times and told him that he was such a pathetic little creature of a man for being such an arse licker to someone he could never have and that I would only keep in touch with him so that I could recieve more expensive gifts from him.

I made him pull up his jeans and told him to fuck off and with that I went outside, hailed a cab and headed for the station armed with a beautiful new pair of shoes which I didn’t have to pay for!! God, he was such a mug.

I thought I would tell you about the time that I was coming home from a shopping trip on a train from London.

I was sitting in the first class carriage just minding my own business. I was just reading through a magazine when the ticket inspector walks through asking to see everyone’s ticket. I opened my Chanel purse, found my ticket and handed it to the man to be checked.

The ticket inspector was looking at me rather strangely, so I asked if there was something wrong with the ticket. He handed back the ticket after stamping it and said in a really nervous and quiet voice, ‘No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your ticket, I am sorry to sound so nervous but I am a member of your wonderful website.’

He told me he was pleased to meet me and told me that my site was great and how he loved some of my outfits and adored my videos and pictures. He asked if there was anything he could do for me while I was travelling onboard his train.

I said that there was nothing he could do for me for the last leg of my journey and that I was enjoying the peace and quiet. I said that I appreciated that he had told me how he enjoyed the site and expected him to get on with his job.

Still he lingered around me for what seemed an eternity so asked him, ‘is there anything I can do for you?’ (in a sarcastic tone of voice)

He cheekily whispered in my ear, that he would absolutely love it if I would give his cock a good sucking!! Talk about having some front! With that I told him in front of another first class passenger that he was a dirty little pervert and that I would give him what for.

I instructed he come with me. I made him tell me where we could go on the train where no-one would come in. He took me to a small cabin which was a bit like a small office. I closed the door behind us and locked it. I forced him to take off his trousers and to bend over the desk. I told him that because he behaved like a dirty little pervert earlier on, that I would give him a good, hard spanking to teach him a lesson.

I pulled down his boxer shorts and had a good look at his bare behind. Perfect for a good whacking. I spanked him hard, so hard you could almost hear the sound of my hand come down through the air and ‘whack’ I spanked him again and again and told him he was a filthy little bastard for asking me to suck him off. I hit him so hard that with every hit he whimpered like a dog. His arse was red raw by the time I had finished and he had watery eyes. What a weasel.

I made him turn around so that I could see his cock. He was rock hard!! Such a dirty little pervert! For that, I whacked his cock too and just for luck, gave his balls a squeeze.

I left him in the cupboard standing there with his trousers and pants round his ankles, for his sake, hope no-one walked in on him, he will look a right little perv.

The slave that I recently interviewed did get the job. I phoned him two days after his interview and instructed him to come back to my house as quickly as possible dressed in nothing but a black leotard.

Slave arrived half an hour later and was dressed exactly as I had asked. I told him to bend over and I spanked his arse and asked him how much he wanted the job as my new slave. He told me he was desperate to be my slave and he would be at my constant beck and call.

I told him to turn around and told him he had the job. He was so pleased I thought he might wet himself. To avoid such a thing, I spanked him as hard as I could around the back of the leg and told him from now on he belonged to me and would do just as I say.

I said that after every single instruction he is to say ‘Yes beautiful Mistress’

Slave was going to prove extremely useful to me and I would benefit massively from him.

He was so far doing a good job, I did follow him around the house for a couple of hours just to make sure I had hired the right slave for the job but he was completing all of the tasks given well.

He got stuck into cleaning my gold taps in the bathrooms first. He had to polish them with a childs toothbrush until they literally sparkled. He had to do this as well as pretending he was a cat….just for my benefit really, he had to know his place. If he didn’t do this as per my instruction, I would get him to lap water out of the toilet just like a cat probably would.

I keep a whip in every room of the house, so If needed, I could easily use one on his silly behind.

I keep my heels in a room all of their own and they all needed a bit of a clean so I thought that I would get the slave to start cleaning them. I have literally hundreds of pairs and they were all in colour order on their shelves. This particular day, I got him to clean every single red pair until they looked absolutely perfect. The patent ones had to be as clear as mirrors and I looked into every pair to see if my reflection looked perfect.

I have to say, he did a perfect job and if he kept up the good work, he could keep the job as my slave for as long as the good work continued.

He made no slip ups at all that day and upon every single command, he always replied with ‘yes beautiful mistress’

Because my slave had done such a good job, I let him lick my pussy. I really felt like being licked until I had a really good orgasm and he had to be quick about it because Charles was due home imminently.

I did have to whack him very hard after he licked my pussy because he wasn’t quick enough to give me the orgasm I needed and I would have to give myself an orgasm after he left. I ushered him out so that I could do just that.

The next time, he will be punished because I had to give myself the orgasm I needed.