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.

After completing all the tasks I had given my slave and after all my guests had arrived for afternoon tea, slave had to change into a very silly little ballerinas outfit.

I thought this would be a good outfit to perform the afternoons entertainment in. He had a variety of little shows to perform whilst serving us and making sure we were enjoying ourselves.

It was going to be great fun watching him humiliate himself in front of my very classy friends.

Firstly, he had to serve us afternoon tea and he had to make this by himself and it had to be perfect. He put a selection of teas in front of us and some petit fours and sandwiches. He then served our tea and luckily for him did not spill a drop, or there would be hell to pay.

I did however catch him perving at one of my friends breasts, they are gorgeous, huge breasts but that does not mean he should be looking!

For that I would punish him!

I forced him to lie on the floor and while I walked up and down his body in my spike heels, I made him say that he was sorry and that he was a dirty little pervert and that he would not stare at my friends breasts again. While I stuck my spike heels into his pathetic looking groin area, my friends all laughed calling him a filthy little pervert.

I got off his whimpering little body and kicked his behind as he tried to stand, and again he said he was very sorry and he would not do anything like that again and he would be the perfect slave and entertainer.

My friend with the big breasts took off her bra and wrapped it around his face and instructed him to ballet dance for us while singing humpty dumpty and he looked so pathetic doing this while we were all hysterical.

He looked like a hippo on acid.

He was no ballerina. I then made him serve us more tea while standing on one leg and when he came to serving mine, I kicked him in the shin so he fell to the ground smashing my teapot and spilling hot tea all over my carpet.

I pushed him back to the floor as he tried to get up to apologise and told him he would be punished for making such a mess and embarrassing me.

I told him to take all of the ballerinas clothes off and to keep the bra on his head and run to the kitchen and fetch a bucket and cloth and a bottle of carpet cleaner.

He ran off and came scuttling back with a bucket full of hot water and I told him to get on his knees and get scrubbing. He started to scrub the carpet before the stain set in and while we watched, we laughed at his silly little naked body and his pathetically tiny willy dagling between his legs, every now and then someone would give him a kick in the back of the kness so that he would give way and he would fall flat on his face into the wet carpet. Danica rubbed his nose into the carpet and told him to repeat everything she said. He had to say he was a pathetic, dirty little bastard and that he had a tiny, tiny little willy and that he was sorry for all his wrong doings.

After insulting him and giving him the odd kick and spanking his behind until it was red raw and we had sore hands, I instructed him to stand. As he stood I told him to put his hands behind him so that he could not touch himself or anyone of us and I grabbed the bucketfull of dirty, soapy water and tipped it all over his head.

There now he looked more pathetic than ever and we all laughed more that we had that day already.

Now that was entertainment, I’m sure my friends will come again to watch my slave being humilialted again!

My new slave arrived dead on time. Precisely 930am. He had a busy day ahead of him and his first task was to dress me.

The first thing I did was make him put on a maids outfit beccause later on he would be cleaning my house from top to bottom and he would also be entertaining my friends and bringing us tea and doing humiliating things in his frilly outfit to make us laugh.

He put on his little black and white maids outfit too quickly and the hadn’t done up the ribbons at the front so that they all looked the same. I shouted at him for looking scruffy and dishevelled, I made him take it off and put it on again properly so that it looked perfect. I then took a crop from my bedside table and instructed he bend over my bend.

He whimpered as I thrashed him 20 times with my crop and had a very red behind. I assured him that if he didn’t do as he was told, he would get a lot more thrashings.

I ushered him up and instructed him on what I wanted to wear. I had already decided that I would wear A very tightly bound corset, a pencil skirt, some fully fashioned stockings and a pair of black spike heels.

I told my slave to take off my shirt and hang it back in the wardrobe. He did this but I could see that he had hung up the shirt next to all my skirts, the shirts were at the otherend of my wardbrobe and were in colour order. I shouted at him and called him stupid, surely I said, you can see that all of my shirts are together and all of my shirts are together!! Now for that, he had to bend over my chaise longue and he would get another thrashing. He bent over and on every crack of the crop, I told him he must be stupid and to apologise for his very silly mistake. Again, he whimpered on every thrashing and got up looking very pathetic. I told him to pull himself together and to fetch me my outfit. He pulled out the correct skirt and correct corset and the fully fashioned stockings.

Under my instruction, he very carefully pulled up my stockings and attached them to the suspender belt I had already put on. He then put on my corset and tightened it perfectly. He pulled on my skirt and adjusted it so that it sat on my hips correctly and then scuttled off to find my shoes.

Now I have a huge selection of shoes and he didn’t have a clue as to which pair I wanted so I had to go and find them myself. Now this was very irritating as I like to put on shoes straight away so as not to ladder my stockings. I found the shoes and before I told him to slip them onto my stocking clad feet, I noticed that the heels were slightly dirty. Well this wouldn’t do. And as a punishment for not bringing me the shoes himself, I ordered him to suck and lick off the dirt so that the heels were spotlessly clean.

He took his time over this but the heels were perfectly clean and shone like they should.

Now dressed perfectly and armed with a selection of riding crops and other torturous implements, I set about my day. I ordered slave to do whatever my list instructed and he got on with all those horrid tasks while we waited for our guests to arrive for their afternoon tea with entertainment. I shall tell you all about the afternoon entertainment shortly!

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.

I obviously did’nt interview my last slave well enough so this time I have to step things up a bit.

I have my interview room ready, the camera is rolling so that I can re-watch the video if I need to and my prospective new slave is ready for me.

I instructed him to come dressed immaculately in a smart suit which he did and to be dead on time, which he was.

So far so good. I ask him why he wants the job to which he replies, ‘I want to serve you mistress and I want to exceed your expectations of me and I want you to punish me however you see fit if I do any wrong.’

Well he seemed really good but I needed to put him to the test, really push him to the limits. We did a variety of tasks and some of them were so humiliating but I had to know that he could cope with the tasks I would set and obey me at all times.

First of all I made him lick my boots so that they literally sparkled. He was doing a great job but he was taking ages. I told him that I didn’t have all day and that he was starting to waste time. For that, I made him take off his suit and keep his socks and shoes on. I forced him into a pair of tiny pink satin g string knickers and I had him bend over so that I could spank him. I spanked him until my own hand was stinging with the force but carried on until he begged and begged me to stop. He said he would do anything for me and really wanted the job of my slave.

I then asked him what he would do to get the job to which he replied ‘absolutely anything mistress.’

I had more humiliation for him and instructed him on what to do next. I made him jump up and down on the spot 100 times and repeatedly sing baa baa black sheep until he’d finished jumping. He was really breathless and looked pathetic still dressed in my little pink thongs.

He completed the task but I wasn’t finished. I got him to kneel on the floor and pretend to be a dog barking and panting while I took pictures of him to send to my best friend. She called me when she got the pictures and I put her on loadspeaker to shout insulting obscenities at him while he performed my next task of licking my pussy without getting a hard on.

I knew this would be impossible!! He licked my pussy but as soon as he smelt me he got a massive great hard cock.

I stopped him from licking me and made him lie on the floor. I pulled off the pink knickers and got hold of his hard cock and said that he was a hideous, pathetic pervert and how dare he get turned on. I smacked his cock and pinched his balls until he quickly lost his erection.

Now this was just a few of the tasks I had given him to perform and I instructed him out of my house. He now would have to wait a painful week for me to make up my mind as to whether or not he had the job. I would re-watch the video back and make up my mind.

Do you think he deserves the job?

My slave is in for the boot….In more ways than one! I can’t believe that I picked him as my slave. I am going to have to be a lot tougher in my quest to find another, my interview process is going to change in a big way.

My slave was sometimes very good at completing tasks I had given and sometimes he really needed a good kicking for such bad work.

This particular day, I had to go out for a couple of hours so I set my slave some chores to be completed by the time I was due to arrive home. I would then inspect his work and treat him accordingly.

I told him specifically that as I had guests for dinner that night that myy house needed to be absolutely spotless and the dining table laid ready for my dinner party.

First of all on arriving home, when I walked in through my hallway, my slave was nowhere to be seen. I called out for him and I got no response. So now I was beginning to get very annoyed. I walked through into the dining room to find my dining table laid but the cutlery was the wrong way round and there were no flowers or candles on the table and the champagne flutes had finger prints on them.

I was furious, I walked up the stairs to find my slave in my bedroom, on my bed, naked and having a wank over a picture of me.

I was absolutely livid and called him a filthy pervert. I instructed him to stand so that I could see just how hard his cock had become while he had been wanking over me. It was rock solid and I told him exactly what I thought of his pathetic little self and said I was disgusted at his behaviour in my house and discraced at how he had performed the simple tasks I given him.

I lifted my hand and whacked his cock so hard that he almost fell to the floor. I said I would whack it until it became soft again and kept insulting him until his cock was tiny.

I decided that he had to go and I would have to hold further interviews for the perfect slave.

Before I was to sack him, I decided that I would use him to my advantage sexually. I forced him onto my bed and tied his wrists and his ankles to my four poster bed, and began to take off my dress. I was left standing in my black stockings, Christian Louboutins and black, underwear. I instructed him to get hard and proceeded to pleasure myself by sitting on his face. I instructed he lick my pussy until I orgasm and tell him to stop. I instruct him on exactly how I need to be pleasured and one false move and he got whipped by my special studded riding crop. Luckily for him, he pleasured me correctly but unluckily I whipped him anyway just for the hell of it. I whipped his thighs so hard that you could see huge, red, raised whip marks. He really winced and on every wince he had to tell me that he was sorry mistress.

I orgasmed and rubbed my wet pussy juices all over his face and as I stood up, untied his wrists and ankles and instructed him to stand. I told him once more how hideous he was and how he had done such a terrible job at being my slave that I was sacking him. I forced him to get dressed very quickly and gave him a quick kicking in the shins before telling him to get out of my sight.

With that, he scuttled pathetically out of my house, got into his car and drove away.

The next slave I give the job to is going to have to be 100 times better than the last!

My slave popped over this morning to do a spot of housework and he did such an appalling job, I had to give him a thrashing. He said he dried the dishes after washing them but I discovered that he had put them all away wet. He said he had been especially meticulous about his dusting only to be caught out when I ran my fingers over the shelf to find it thick with dust.

Those were among quite a few tasks he’d been given and almost all of them were very poorly done indeed.

I decided that he had to be punished for his dreadful work and also humiliated.

I started his punishment by having him take all of his clothes off and then bend right over my desk so that I could give his silly little feeble arse a good whacking. I had a leather riding crop to hand and proceeded to whip him with it until he had the reddest arse I have ever seen. With every whack he whimpered like a pathetic little puppy and the more he whimpered, the more I whacked and the harder I whacked.

That was only the start of his punishment and the next thing I decided I would take great enjoyment from was to see him humiliated. He already had teary looking eyes from the arse whacking I had given him and he looked pathetic standing there in front of me with his shoulders slumped. I shouted at him to stand up straight and to do exactly as I tell him.

I made him put on a little tutu and pretend to be a ballerina prancing around my dining room holding a feather duster and dusting the table on my command. He looked so ridiculous that I actually found it difficult not to laugh at the sight in front of me.

I then made him read out some lines which were: I must obey my mistress. He had to say this 100 times and not make any mistakes. Next, I had him do 50 press ups while I dug my spike heels into his back. If he whimpered, then I just dug my heels in further.

When I had finished this and I was satisfied of his pathetic attempt at press ups, I had him roll over onto his back and put his legs and arms in the air as if he was a puppy. I made him bark like a dog and pant with his tongue out. While he was being puppy, I took out my camera phone and took a couple of extremely unflattering and very, very humiliating pictures of him in the tutu and with his tiny little willy all limp and flopping over to the side, still being a puppy. I sent these ridiculous pictures to some friends who I knew would all have a great laugh at his expense.

I gave him a good hard kick in the ribs before telling him to get up, get his pathetic little self dressed and out of my sight!

The next time, for his sake, he should do EXACTLY as I tell him, or there will be more punishment and more humiliation to be taken.

So, I have this slave who I basically use for my pleasure. I am always throwing the most horrible insults at him and am constantly spanking his sorry little arse and making him feel humiliated and worthless.

I have him come over to the house so that all my housework gets done in the way that I want it to be done. I have to supervise him all the way round the house and if he does something incorrectly or if he is lazy and slacking off, he gets the wrath of my sharp tongue and his silly little arse gets spanked with whatever I have to hand.

I usually like to spank him with a paddle or a riding crop because they are so effective but I often use a hairbrush too.

Sometimes, I need to be pleasured sexually, so I make him lick my pussy until I have the required amount of orgasms . I like to use his cock for my pleasure as well and sometimes I get him to fuck me. But when I let him fuck me, I don’t want to see his silly little face so make him wear a gimp mask. If he doesn’t fuck me hard enough, or if he doesn’t make me cum, afterwards I humiliate him by pulling his penis or giving it a bite or by squeezing his balls really hard.

Also, if he doesn’t conform to whatever task I give him, I like to humiliate him in front of my friends. Last time he came over, I got him to lie on the living room floor while I kicked him and spat on his face and while I told him he was a silly little pervert and a good for nothing loser, I instructed him to put on my lacy little knickers and a maids apron and serve my friends afternoon tea while they also insulted and laughed at him.

There are lots of little things that I love to see him do for me just to insult him and humiliate him. I like to tie him up and force him to masturbate while I sit on his face and force him to lick my pussy and my arse and I love to watch him cum all over my heels. I then untie him and make him get onto his knees and lick off the spunk that covered my heels and then he’s instructed to suck the heels like he’s giving a blowjob. If he doesn’t do a good enough job, he gets more spanking on his already very, very red arse.

Do you like the sound of being humiliated like this and insulted like my slave?